Текст песни Кир ft. Санни - Пелена урбана

*Cyrus
I seemed to melt into this Urban
With a scribbled sheet at the table I will fall asleep in the morning
My gut with muse in unison
I like a bison rested tightly like a deadbolt
In the world of poetry by the muse, I fell into fetters
Night cover will dilute the color of my tones
Gray houses my still life is scribbled
On the sheets of truth this makes sense
No, I have not cooled, but in the bustle
One whim ask me to read an encore
As a mechanism in work, my aphorism
This is my life. I am deeply hung in it.
As the lights lit we write a new release
Not to serve but to charge on the meaning
It's like a shot you caught a wave
Catch my work in the morning on MP3

Chorus
The shroud of Urban will not scatter in the morning
Someone on the table will need someone
Someone will find themselves among these lines
On a date is the term eternity of words

The shroud of Urban will not scatter in the morning
Someone on the table will need someone
Someone will find themselves among these lines
On a date is the term eternity of words

* Sunny
Day after day, loneliness changes the background
On break the meaning of the text between the lines in the forehead
At the table myriad thoughts as the source
I'm not the one if the muse doesn't come at midnight
Like a quick shot all thoughts
Already in the head of the seagull on the pier
Squeeze a rush of heart or be clean
Music as there is no room for rats
Soul and rhyme in dressing with sore
Again, in no hurry, a rattle is heard
Sheets marked wounds not healed
I'm like mad looking for her but even
Two lines are squeezed out at night an hour until the morning
And it's easier to go crazy but I'm waiting and here she is
Tearing a dream and a web of different words
My sentence is dependent on her