Shiny Radio - Trip-hop - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A cold cloudy in the evening, when the heavy breath of the metropolis became deep and measured, like the breath of sleeping, they met on one of the intersections of the intricate labyrinths of the subway.

Their meeting was not planned.

Their meeting was not random.

No one knows what they were talking about, but they rose up together. The rain-captured rain attacks, under the aqueous scan of the radio, transmitting them signals from the world - in the other way - they go further. Somewhere among you.