Текст песни Антон Антонов - Джин-Тоник

According dirty sleepers on barefoot trail

The path through the night from the Yankees to Zemfira,

For ten years - through all the centuries of peace

On the rails, with the tram on the heels.

Longing in my heart,

As the night without dawn,

As the shadows without light,

As the sky without color.

As an eternity without a summer.

The cold gin and tonic.

But I'm not color-blind,

I understand...

Let's play.

It looks like a shooting at sparrows

To fight the cold sea in an empty sea,

And again I lose the dispute

And I am leaving on their own tracks.

Longing in my heart.

Cold nights.

Sights inaccurate,

The foundations are fragile,

And the views - vicious.

Should not be afraid.

The cold gin and tonic.

I understand...

Let's fly.

And the wind again chasing me,

And the smoke from the chimneys parallel swirls

Roads that diverge aimlessly

And disappear behind my back.

Longing in my heart.

He graduated from the debate

Meaningless string,

The foolish prophets,

Empty talk.

The guitar does not build ...

The cold gin and tonic.

I understand.

Let's dream a little.

Coloured dreams about playing in the water,

Inaudible Sound Sleeping under the strings,

And pretending to fall in the spring,

And you have to believe - or have trouble.

Longing in my heart.

Brief Encounters.

Sorrows do not last forever,

flawless words

The fights are transient.

Spring calm

Tired of the pack.

The cold gin and tonic ...

I understand.