Текст песни Практика Утех - Рискую

White road black sleep
Bright shines with pure silver,
Wooden rider on the mountain
Quietly I play the trumpet ...
I grab his hand sharp ice,
And lips feel sand,
But the rain will weaken the thirst only for the winter,
What a pity that he will not get me!
And I run the risk of not hearing the day
And I did not see is the night!
I'll stay a crack on the glass,
Crashing bird on your window ...
The wind scattered everything on earth,
What took so long in peace building
And still keeps silence,
The solid granite.
Red flowers decorate snow
Sweet Honey dilute stale bread,
But the fire had almost died down,
From torn books ...
And I run the risk of not hearing the day
And I did not see is the night!
I'll stay a crack on the glass,
Crashing bird on your window ...