Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Так начинался день

Got ice wept Monday
By the beginning of the arrival blurred doors.
Someone climbed quietly on the windowsill
And sadly I looked at the happy people.
Color three times is not predictable
At the intersection of asphalt tapes.
Chasing fear not be killed,
Included in the habit of dolgost years.
 
And the city crumbled to black and white,
By firing a poisoned juice days.
And the sky has forgotten his alienation,
Throwing the feet stencil shadows.
She knows what she does not know the reality.
She sees where not see the lights.
Her silver on my anonymity
It lays down, when we were alone.
 
And time flowed from the fingers on the strings,
Weaving into words the meaning of past years.
And the trees were poured on the ground,
Referring to shroud your epaulettes.
She would never know about the stone,
Lying at the bottom of a clear river
And the oval of her wet clouds night
Do not become brighter in the box of love.
 
So I start the day ...