Свободная Касса - Туманом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fog

And I play life on the drum, on the drum, I translate my thoughts clear for you with words, so many people, but lonely nights, at night is built house, bricks bricks, bricks

Porus fog, my thoughts overgrown with fog, step by step, under your feet, the days are melting, melting ... After all, the fog, my thoughts are touched, step by step, under your feet, the days are melting, melting, melting ... People in cemeteries are also tired, and sleep Under the crosses, what will happen tomorrow - today with us, today with us? And I'm doing everything, life on the drum, on the drum, I translate my thoughts understandable for you ...

Chorus points over and, the distance between us, between us. Buses are empty, it's just dreams, it's only a dream, you again walk along the street with wet legs, smoke poisonous cigarettes swallowed, so greedy swallow.

Chorus