Текст песни Deadушки - Я не сумасшедший

Sitting at the bar the night cafe
Gray in the palms of cognac
Looking like a small car
Beating on a wall of rain
Hiding from the eyes of the ubiquitous water
For unreliable wall
Hearing her as a quiet song
Beckons me to follow

I think this long rain
I think the rain
Do not wash away the foam soap operas eyes asleep homes

One hundred thousand long moons
Drops pounding on the glass
As if to count
How much water under the bridge
Hundred of thousands of ancient people
They pull over a
One hundred thousand blank pages
listed water

I think it's a long rain ...
I think the rain
Do not wash away the foam soap operas
Eyes asleep houses ...
Yanesumasshedshy ! Yanesumasshedshy ! Yanesumasshedshy !