Текст песни Люстра - Стук

Sadly knocking drops sleepy day
With crude windows look sad eyes.
We rush forward, but I look back,
It was only the sound of wheels brings me.

He must not know that there are far,
Among the brick walls, immersed in the spleen,
I sit my happiness with a glass in his hand,
But knocking speeds up its pace.

Trot landscapes, flush of color,
But there is among them my native colors.
Hardly left the world in my zhivyh-
Dispel his knock of wheels and summer.

They do not know that there are far,
Among the brick walls, immersed in the spleen,
I sit my happiness with a glass in his hand,
But knocking speeds up its pace.