Текст песни Дом Кукол - В Париже Плюс Шесть

It is no accident silent angel
Down to us on the roof.
Not by chance the wind drunk
Beat the window torn paw.
Worse than not - dogs on the trail
With colored eyes.
Whether it's for real,
Is it an obsession?

Etc .: Just Now
In Paris, & quot; plus six & quot ;,
At forty-five degrees
Warmer than here.

Freezes men
In patients with tram windows.
And lookout spots
Faces of the Devil in the patterns.
There is no more excuses,
No hope and no answer.
Astronauts in orbit
Smoking dope, and believe in the summer.

Ex .: _________

It turns the blood in the needle.
Another sigh, and will be too late.
You said: & quot; Silent Angel
He knows a secret way to the stars & quot ;.
And as if a spell
He whispered to me once:
& quot; Only to wind lost,
Only to the snow we have not found ... & quot;

Ex .: _________