Текст песни Последние Танки В Париже - 11 сентября

When the drug is not the rod out of love
And the day has got advance,
When all the things in the room alone,
Sunset on the spokes of the street collapsed.

So the city trampled on their lights,
But the street is still empty
When the drug is not the rod out of love,
That took forever.

Fall asleep so quietly,
She woke up in vain,
See how it burns,
Eleventh of September!

So gold is trampled into the mud rains
And kill the fire colors,
So the heart would burst in C-di,
So telly Ponte Rockstar!

Fall asleep so quietly,
She woke up in vain,
See how it burns,
Eleventh of September!

Fall asleep so quietly
She woke up in vain
See how it burns
September eleventh ...