Крек - Под Стук Колес
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Watching asks to leave the car
Fate fighting to go back back
After all, here for so long stretch days
Night lights on the fronts of the lights,
Clean the initious stories of wise people
In the eyes of the fire,
After all, he talks about her
Front legends
Let's go to the tambour, smoke,
Inhaling tobacco in the morning, very early,
Morning under the wheel of the wheel
Night under the knock wheels,
And then some kind of sadness,
Almost to tears, no!
I believe in the best
It is not far off
Configuring the Hermitage
Machine trains in the fog,
Faceted glasses play glare
Get up old man
Soon Novgorod will be great!
Hello Father, where to keep the way
Tell me how to live on the abyss of rye ..
Under the knock wheels of the guitar whisper to me ...
Winter, winter ...
Do not capture!
Look, lights flashed in the dark,
You do not confuse
Here are good wares in the kitchen,
And those burning eyes carry in the darkness,
On both sides, white houses in smoke,
They live in the last days
Those who did not have time to rebuild their world
I will remember you ...

Sleep under the knuckle
Hey marriage wake up
Conductor tea brought,
Something makes himself under the nose
Gray old man
Grilling dogs ask
Does he have a Papire
In a tambour blow
Then think
Today we have a goal with you - time to kill
Eternal chase, one by one cars,
People for years on foot scatter platforms,
On the Black Sky Stars,
Milky Way,
Buzzed counter, I can't sleep,
We were completely left for us to finite
Quite a bit, a couple of hours and we are at home
And here outside the window already familiar areas
Brake creak
Wet asphalt pererone,
On the clock exactly midnight,
Time to say good-bye,
Good luck and you god to help ...

My sleep is under the knock wheels,
Quietly used bright colors,
In the sea Gree
No words on the shelves nearby
We are looking for one answer, one question ...

In slippery rails along the cities of the Okrain,
Concrete jungle
The hum of trains, dreams of paradise,
Under the knock wheels, hearts,
Gul wires, singing birds,
Factory Breathing
My sleep is something in the distance
Heavenly tears, sorrow on stalks,
The wind shook the trees around Estivan my world ...
My world of Isotkan,
Snow melted days
Conductors wore tea
Bright lights Maniili, do not miss
I remembered my father, mom,
For the sake of God, everyone who did not throw the stones after ...
And those filling the love air,
I opened the window,
And people are silent
And waiting, not too late,
Hearts knocked ...

My sleep is under the knock wheels,
Quietly used bright colors,
In the sea Gree
No words on the shelves nearby
We are looking for one answer, one question ...