Текст песни Ефимыч Рэгги - Сырость

Winter rain, snow puddles,
The ice was melted from the journey.
Crack flows through holes,
And drip holes merge into tact.
Boots on the roof are noisy
And the blizzard merges its damp

Cold Pinsted Touch us
We go with Fallete on the bass,
Running those who miles us
And inviting hateful people.
Shocks on the roof with a while stronger
And the mind absorbed someone else's dampness.

I touch someone in the crowd,
But drive me back to yourself.
And I feel ice rain in my hands,
And the face of a slaughtered room.
Crashing crazy rocket
And all around fills my dampness.