Рей - Твои ночные аэропорты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Your night airports, taxis, hotels, visits. The texts of another variety beat them, you want to release - call. The plot is known, the portrait is torn, a blow - and the word flies from hands. The waltz plays on the keyboard your distraught Demiurge. You are so desperately unlike that there are common mirages. When paper is a second skin, literature is a second life. To live the first: baggage, tickets, a waiting room, voice, but in January summer appears and eagerly demands to tell. And you surrender unquestioningly, go out into space - serve the ladder. What a windbreak, the right word, sit over music until the morning. How reckless and dangerous, inadvertently - the hour is uneven ...

There is common sense, but will the mind make the work to shut up?