найтивыход - моё солнце - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

These bulky piles, grazing walls

Locks on the doors, heater in the corner

Maybe next month on the street will dry

And now only rains are poured, and cold in face

My sun, my joy lives behind the clouds to get out only in the evening or on weekends

she hugs me with his rays

Heating constantly from thoughts of others

and inside me every time every moment

burn completely bad thoughts

I'm still sincerely waiting for dawn

Hoping to see and warm up

Put old songs your

watching how the leaves play on the branches of the trees my sun, please take my hand

And even on the street all the heat is three degrees

Your radius in the cycle is always the same

don't fly away from me for the clouds, please

Your eyes do not give me to go crazy, my sun your hands in my hands do not give me rest

it's all the stimulus to go on without turning around

Whatever winds with storms in the face did not blow

And now it will be sunny again, I believe

And the sky is ready to feel my drop in my fall up or down - who looks at life

My sun, heat me every day

I am ready to quit everything and go to any side of the world to burn with you together

even if the last time

remember, your rays and hugs my half-grumbling heart warm and when you are not, I just need to go to the wasteland or desert roofs only so that people are smaller and most importantly - do not forget to breathe every second not to spit on the cold and cough to drop of dew a few more months and me It seems that until spring is as long as before the new century and at this rainy and cloudy day, my sun warms me in my frozen apartment and so that no one will warm the wind at the windows of the neighboring house, the wind on the asphalt plays with yellowed foliage and Let I forget someone's the role of everyday life sometimes I will remember you and again it will become warm outside the windows, and we collect our sincerity to sparkle from the eye in the photo and to the morning reprise night and today I dreamed today that summer is no longer there will be no sunts of red and paints everyday life in moments I still blindly believe, without waking up that, opening my eyes, I will find you with myself there and that you will be the only joy equal as constants e, the truth is not in the answers after a solved system of truth in the soul where there is a diverse pasta of emotions, in which you can endure the truth in the soul, in the insensitory consciousness sincerely true is that I still love you, and you Gray my soul every day , my sun Gray me with touching and breathing with the arms of Gray me so that I don't have enough Sogray me again, my sun