Текст песни Мирок - Газеты

Salt our eyes, hundreds of thousands of roads,
Between you and me,
And remember, as needed.
All relieved, I try to forget,
The strange thing is - your friendship with me.
And where is the forgotten night lights, remind autumn,
Dance woven shades.

And from newspaper sensation
Of reproach and provocation,
Artificiality opinions
Poems and doubts
What I'm closer than close
Do not believe me, but still
Your are my feelings
Ridiculously like ...

The sound of the wheels filled house,
Let me know:
Why do I dream of?
And apparently I do not need to say,
So I will be silent,
I know you're angry.
Only the wind hums in the wires,
Across the planet life in black and white.

And from newspaper sensation
Of reproach and provocation,
Artificiality opinions
Poems and doubts
What I'm closer than close
Do not believe me, but still
Your are my feelings
Ridiculously like ...