октябрьское вещание - я уеду жить в порхов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

These thin streets like your fingers. Oh, beautiful, I was so waiting for you in June on the forums where these girls are walking in pairs and between the arches. And we are broadcasting lying on sidewalks. Let's go here and break about the stained glass fountains, let's throw out the views passing by cars. And you forgot time when I saw in mirrors happy. Go and hang on tides. You were the hero of the most sensory films. Where Godar and Fellini. Yes, you and Fellini himself, fluid heads run along the telephone lines. This July and shower are freezing between the stuff of recruiting bridges. This is not Waltz-Boston. And photos of traffic lights. Call me if you remember the poems without words where you under the sun on the shore of the bay, hiding your own reflection in the books. The place of residence is the prospect of the world, and I send you to give you from old apartments. Choosing the color of the branch, on the machine give the system. With all flaws from outside, it will take any even crippled. Unless of course you have not been a long-being forgotten superhero, which hero has never been, who regretted the dead and hopelessly poor, generously giving the rest of the world by spit. Youth is steep boiling water. So many blots behind the fields, pride for what was doubted, nonsense, for which the claws ripped. So much! Basta! Drawing between the sediment and the ferry, not knowing the truths and half, it was painfully confident in black, while the rust of my cell rust against the background of the tired smile. So I became more strong. But why, when ships in banks, if engineers without casault? Answers lie in a new day after the seventh. Be vigilant, rather will betray again. Stop trusting a piece of meat. Before the yawn was tired of pulling at himself, now your blanket. Calm sleep, city. Calm sleep.