LOWA - Старые стены - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Old walls, other people's streets, people hang out under my window. Voices penetrate my head, and take it off in some direction. Big city, a lot of space. Only for some reason I am so crowded here. There are strange faces in the subway. Sorry, I don't dream about it. For what, tell me, these speeches? After all, nothing heals me now. And so quickly the sun sits down. As usual, I can’t sleep until morning. We stood in the ceremonial, we wrote something on the walls. We received strange songs, well, figs with him, but we were together. Backs empty from under cigarettes. There is no money for a taxi, as usual,. We left, arrived and for hours we were just silent. The cells of my living organism fall into these risk zones. Tell me, what am I writing, tell me? Never tell me that she loves old films. That she is in the breaks of the week in your bed, and often not one. Never tell me that she loves old films that she is in the breaks of the week in my bed, and often not one. Vocalise. Never tell me that she loves old films. That she is in the breaks of the week in your bed, and often not one. Never tell me that she loves old films that she is in the breaks of the week in my bed, and often not one. Never, never, never. Never tell me that she loves old films, never.