Грусняффка - Пропуская Сквозь Пальцы Свет
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Cry cold minibuses
And frozen wires in the city
No stories a few days
Well, in principle, as always

Crying lone winter asphalt
Under the stream of random passersby
In the gray crowd under favorite alt
I am looking for people like you

Stupid your thoughts dream about you
About our second meeting with you
From Yudoli my sorrows in a dream
You will come, and I lose the gift of speech

And passing through your fingers light
Which I ruin the strings of the soul
From the distant world, hello to you
And you write my answer to me

But for now I'm in a cold minibus
Turning all glasses, crying
Taking poems from pocket jacket
Who do not mean anything to you

And passing through your fingers light
Which I ruin the strings of the soul
From the distant world, hello to you
And you write my answer to me

But for now I'm in a cold minibus
I look like all the glasses, crying
Taking poems from pocket jacket
Who do not mean anything to you