Текст песни Джей Фост - Балластом

You know, sometimes, here, you go out and do not know what city you are,
And then you start to sort out where you were at all,
but come down and remember how on a terrible, dog cold
I was late for someone's station.
I was late and thought: "That would be just not left the train, here I would be detained by conductors,
And let traffic lights like green. "

How did the sailors told me
(it was at the station to some kind of wilderness under a huge cool),
from which smelled of cheap rum,
And from the older - grog:
"It's hard at that way, who has little ballast, and a lot of sails."

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without you
His loneliness is a patent and loving,
I get artificial in this city with salt on my shoes and mud on the sleeves,
With the winter from plastic and foam,
Invangible in his sails.

Stay with cream taste on my lips,
Stay my ballast ...