9 грамм - Не видно света из-за облаков - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is no light from behind the clouds, those disappeared, the wind will not dispel the Smoke of the son is a city of smoke, and here it is always dark .x2

I do not know how much more the night will last that this one hides in the shade all around, leaving only the silhouettes of the road, intersections, lanes, pedestrians even the roof of skyscrapers under a black sky.

Owls are afraid of light, and the moon today is barely noticeable hidden in the shadow of our small round planet with yellow glow, reflected on a wet road, the glass was trembling from a street roar City of sins

There are thousands of reasons to be happy or to end badly, this turmoil brings to madness, riding the cores of crowds for clumsily hurry somewhere, noticing the road back

Who is to blame, who is right here, for everyone, we will be happy if someone remembers us when you do not see light because of the dark clouds, the wanderer relying on the prose of the winds will bypass more than a dozen cities, but not that will not replace. These gray walls of old houses, and dark courtyards

There is no light from behind the clouds those disappeared, the wind will not dispel the Smoke of the son is a city of smoke, and here it is always dark.

It absorbs with the head of the bustle of a huge metropolis this frantic rhythm of Vryatli will ever stop in the swamp terrain, new metro microdistricts are built by branches in different directions

The bathing churches shimmer over the bathing churches flickered on large screens, but millions of eyes do not see true, I do not feel deceit, the sky is covered with gray sawn fog

Disadvantaged quarters breathe a crime around Kidalov, he was in neglies the regular raids of the state. Services break through citizens know each day under the channel, but not the fact that they scan twice.

Some flee to foreign countries closer to the ocean try everything that came in search of nirvana to others in the liking of the harsh character of the Urals where smoke settled on cities with a dark gray cover.