Текст песни Orange House - Мы вряд ли доживем до следующей весны

Live - it seemed so simple
Until we become as adults silly
Life measuring minutes
Gauge the area in droves
Those days -
Habitually short -
We -
The partitions between the walls
Lovers in tomorrow
for keeps
Stuck in a traffic jam

And I do not want to think that here
Nobody cares to each other
Look
Those eyes do not lie

Day in day
And we are happy again
In the smoke-filled head
Thoughts were broken to pieces, and
All that is left to me
Hide yourself in other people's dreams

Now
We are unlikely to live to see the next spring

Peace
Crashed and sinks
In the cold your hands
Going nowhere
To fall in the city
Walls, pamphlets, columns
Occasionally
Living as I do not like
How sad that things are not coming true
Six o'clock
And six billion
Of which there will never be

I do not want to believe
What we do not meet with those with whom we
Could ever take off

Up to the ceiling
And further, on ...
On the day when I come
Again you say "Goodbye"
And all that is left to me
Hide yourself in other people's dreams
Now
We are unlikely to live to see the next spring

Through the smoke
confined stairs
Silence alone together interesting
The two interesting
But we are born and die are not together
And maybe you leave
But the days of no longer than overnight
So it is difficult to wake up, because it is difficult to step through the point

And I do not want to think that here
Nobody cares to each other
Look
Through the ceiling upstairs
All - Forgive
I'm not here to stay
The long trip - a short plant
And all that is left to me
Hide yourself in other people's dreams
Now
We are unlikely to live to see the next spring

We are unlikely to live to see the next spring
Until next spring
Until next spring
Until next time ...