Сергей Трофимов - 205-16-03
текст песни

It was like a dream, like a mad war,
I was wounded, contuge, killed
Instead of exhalation - moan, instead of inhalation of spring
Knowing the desire and thirst to love.

I could not otherwise
And in the rush of vain attacks
Over the burned field shown soon
White flag...

Chorus:
Your room is in my mobile phone - 205-16-03,
As a magnet on the refrigerator
With the type of Notre Dame de Paris.

And what seemed so impossible to me,
It became suddenly familiar in,
As a magnet on the refrigerator
With the type of Notre Dame de Paris.

Everything happens in the world, everything happens suddenly
For reasons, unknown to us.
Creek breaks, the circle is blocked,
Fates are broken in pressure.

But snowflake melt in water
Knet all unknown, where,
And the Lord tired will start first
New day...

Chorus

I do not know what's next
But while in the head of the Bardak,
Instead of polite false
Better just like this.

Chorus

As a magnet on the refrigerator
With the type of "Notre Dame de Paris" ...