Текст песни Гарик Сукачев - между нами 10 000 километров

Between us ten thousand kilometers,
All platforms, but rains Stretches,
The mountains of white clouds and flocks winds
But I'll come soon, wait.

Where I, grannies with steamed potatoes,
There sunflowers crumbled in bags,
There shaggy windows yes baskets,
There firing their cigarettes, guys.

I splashed some tea around the glass,
It began yesterday's newspaper strip,
I stand five minutes, stop the crane arm,
I became a forest, the wires so the moon.

Between us ten thousand kilometers,
Mornings, aprons and villages in the darkness,
But it very soon in a gray envelope
I'll come and push you.
But it very soon in a gray envelope
I'll come and push you.
But it very soon in a gray envelope
I'll come and push you.