Текст песни V.1.S - Город спит

From the windows overlooking the city of words related
exercise book draws the image of the familiar
and as if by tradition does not change the time
in tetrad cells not ustoynye opinions
young poets, they do not know the brink
while the city sleeps painting the world anew
scraps on the floor, the window images
and a clean sheet - new emotions
I know that the cries of pride from the soul
interrupting with shouts of hundreds of cars
one story and the one with the infinite finale
sorting options all draw again
I'm not lonely, I am grateful to God
for these images over the warm line
This city and these thoughts are deep,
Zasypai city we are not alone
Chorus
outside the window the night and the city sleeps
gives a warm hug for two
words are painfully familiar, clean eyes
the city sleeps, the city gives dreams
the city sleeps, its shielding night
lullaby sound of the rain on the roof
words are painfully familiar, clean eyes
the city sleeps, the city sleeps ..
Verse 2
I wake up in the morning the smell of strong coffee
phone keys, re-read the line
sleepy handwriting no longer attracts attention
the city comes alive, it becomes consciousness
people on the street, with the best angle
recall childhood, the city toy
with its intrigues, its history,
simply believes and expects that someone will read
by cigarette smoke, he casts himself thought
without questioning the truth dostuchitsya
itself will take, then give people
and not leave somewhere in the fate of libraries
expanded in the verse in quatrains thoughts
More will take their children for innocence
and audacity does not decorate, I'll be wise
city ​​sleeps, but it will be a new morning
Chorus
outside the window the night and the city sleeps
gives a warm hug for two
words are painfully familiar, clean eyes
the city sleeps, the city gives dreams
the city sleeps, its shielding night
lullaby sound of the rain on the roof
words are painfully familiar, clean eyes
the city sleeps, the city sleeps ..