Текст песни Так пусто без твоего плеча - и глаз, меняющих цвет...

So empty
without your shoulder and eyes that change color.
Fighting would be for you a sword, but the sword - not.
Do not fight with anyone and win - no one to win.
Kilometer. They are lying. Recumbent can not be beat.

I know you for a long time without knowing you, and the date.
And all the words were, but did not sound to me.
And looks sharp as a garrote, caught mainly
of dreams and a photo. I for some reason
become your dream.
 
Stop singing wind: & quot; Go! Go away! Get up! & Quot ;,
fog before ten in the morning. The drizzle tram
and the city, and steadfast severoglaz worth, chewing a blade of grass,
but, you know - he really is waiting for you.
And in it, I'm waiting.