Текст песни За гранями - 8 Когда город спит

During the Grand Prix 8 When the city sleeps

Good night city when you sleep
Only the night knows what you are silent
Muse near nerves to the limit
1 You know who we really are

Good night city when you sleep
Only the night knows what you are silent
Muse near nerves to the limit
1 You know who we really are

Do a bit louder Davie pedal to the floor
Take micro and ignites the dance floor
Thirst for speed on the background of Fire show
We leave behind Old School foundation
Music is all that remains after us
We take your bow while others
We are ahead while you are still at the start
Our paths are marked on the city map
Let's live together the old-fashioned custom
Life is a race and we are in pursuit of prey
Destiny in their hands fortunes for broke
The grave with the positive and on the other either as
As long as we are alive, we do not for profit
Every day sending to heaven promises
Lay the paper with a pen and a candle lit
We continue to do when the city sleeps

Good night city when you sleep
Only the night knows what you are silent
Muse near nerves to the limit
1 You know who we really are

Good night city when you sleep
Only the night knows what you are silent
Muse near nerves to the limit
1 You know who we really are

Music is our hobby music is our credo
Music is life Music is the scene
It is time that the time to decide to make a choice
To be or not to be a microphone or a grave
When the city sleeps we begin to live
Hunting for something than it is to cherish
Adrenaline catch parishes muse
In the world of the poet night it unravels the bonds
In the pitch darkness heard our voices
Our course is given to the heavens
The road to it will show stellar band
It is necessary to hasten the dawn soon left half an hour
As long as we are alive, we do not for profit
Every day sending to heaven promises
Lay the paper with a pen and a candle lit
We continue to do when the city sleeps

Good night city when you sleep
Only the night knows what you are silent
Muse near nerves to the limit
1 You know who we really are

Good night city when you sleep
Only the night knows what you are silent
Muse near nerves to the limit
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Good night city when you sleep
Only the night knows what you are silent
Muse near nerves to the limit
1 You know who we really are

Good night city when you sleep
Only the night knows what you are silent
Muse near nerves to the limit
1 You know who we really are