Текст песни Олег Митяев - В темной комнате

In a dark room light
He ran along the wall -
Someone's paradise passenger rolling ...
Ah, on the roof of a shirt,
Adhered to the back,
Good summer rain is crying.

Do not stick one:
& quot; What is it? What is it? & Quot;
And do not think, in response,
And swallowing the bitter lump of rainwater,
You can from the roof all the spit.

Can be a slippery slope,
Gasping for breath, pounding,
You can bend sheet metal heels
And a cold thunder
Any rubbish scream
And then jump down to take yes.

And no help - words that litter,
When he in debt too.
What did not survive, do not mind, I give you -
Yes, this life is to others.

In a dark room light
He ran along the wall -
Someone's paradise passenger rolling ...
Ah, on the roof of a shirt,
Adhered to the back,
Good summer rain is crying.