Текст песни ZippO - Город дорог

The gold of my hair
Quietly turns into gray hair.
- Don't be sorry! Everything came true
Everything inside merged and sang.

City of words, city of roads
You looked at me, but I could not say
And only these weekdays of me, nights in the studio,
And somewhere I disappear on the street.
Cold days and I walk
Not thinking about anything, not looking at anything,
Walking down the street I understand
Only consciousness will understand.
And flying among the high-rise multi-storey buildings
And those courtyards, there, I will see you, not obsessively, not loving,
You will turn to me and say: “I love
and will not let go. I won't let go. "
We'll see, we'll smile, we'll be carried away to the edge,
Where is good, where only you and me
The city of roads where they shine and lead us
In the midst of light and lust, irrelevance,
In general, remember me and dial
I will be glad to hear the voice of a prayer
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This is Denim production, you are not for sale.