мумий тролль - 3.Вечер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

DM Gmweier raves with a secret, C am an slamming door behind me, F G GM takes a combat drum to the alley of lights, DM GMMIGING of a traffic light, C am magic dance in someone's inside, F G Gm there is warmer, colder, Dm Gmets Angel Born in warming February in the morning, scribbled silently, Am F GM burns with his eyes the kilograms of efforts, DM GM only car headlights are too tactless, with an occasion to occasionally in someone else's meetings and parting ... Em hm I do not know if this one loves me city? There are wings, am HM hide the secrets of the night fog. HM HM cars stall in it, the motors stall, the Cindustry am hm kima kisses gives novels and lightning fasteners, rhythms and shoulders - a live sculpture of single benches, ships of steamboats, a living sculpture of shipbuilders, ships. drunk from arriving home, burst into dreams, sailors in the windows of idle are women's armor of their blue triples