Текст песни Комильфо - Пеплом по стенам

Ash on the walls,
And torrential downpours.
These beeps delays telephone lines.
Manit Albion.
And we had so little maple.
For flights cute
Concentration lovers.

I thought a red traffic light
Only reason to stay.
Depression, prostration
Mota us stations.
These pathways sales
And life in the rhythm of an adagio.
And why not love brings happiness,
A lends.
Let's leave cigarette
The memory of dates.
A thought something eat,
Prints, footprints.
And high-speed trains
Heads of throughs.
We drove like dogs
With another shelter.
Bad weather
Ways to give confusing.
To keep warm, as long as we
Sick colds.
And you know, I'm not an astronaut.
Before the cosmos did not get.
But I will stay Robinson
In your distant islands.

Ash on the walls,
And torrential downpours.
These beeps delays telephone lines.
Manit Albion.
And we had so little maple.
For flights cute
Concentration lovers.

And do not erase have showers.
On the walls of our lines.
So as not to exchange
The fate of the memory name.
I'm sheltered,
Though looks so primitive.
Feed aperitifs.
My prerogative.

VIEW Marsh come.
I'm the world at your feet.
And I'm not ashamed,
What is divided into two beds.
How long we stood?
Do not wait, I'm just a drunk.
And it was difficult for us to share
Only the distance.
And each new Monday.
Dose - flew.
Catch the views
From whom trembling knees.
And as lazy
We have to call and write,
Distance eats
These numbers on the clock.
How much time was spent,
To understand me,
With every red traffic light -
Just an excuse for a hug.
So much time it takes us,
To understand who we are.
And that walks of life
It was good for nothing.