промзона 96 - снег
текст песни

snow
He falls on the parquet
On the windowsill
Leaving a wet trace
into the distance
The moon fixed the night
But still from the window
I see the stars
I see the stars

sight
on a red empty dawn
On white clouds
To birds of tunes

And tomorrow we will meet again (8x)

A smile on the face
But in fact, everything is sad
Advertising throughout the entrance
But in the mailbox is empty
Everyone is waiting for something
But what is unknown
Those who stayed - live
and the rest is not a place