Текст песни qube unite - шепотом

It'S Cold,
At times, hunger, youth drown
Empty thoughts - take down the head.
Sick there, in reality ,
Lowering his eyelids into the void,
Snow deja vu , but again I will survive

The hour
when.
in the heart of the city,
And we fly with you - somewhere in the clouds
And tears rivers wash your lips
fools -
In one two gloved hands .

Maybe someday end the sky ,
And I leave behind you follow.
In an empty tram , in thick fog ,
Our thousands of words - on the pavement with chalk.
White ash showers fall,
and we will not be greater than the former ,
in the remnants of memory - two two zero eight
And your words about the Cape of Good Hope .

Angels shouted at me - & quot; Stop ! & Quot;
But do not change, I the prisoner at the time.
I open my eyes , - Thank God
For you and me ...