Текст песни Старовер и Аттракцион Воронова - Пьяная

Everything, perhaps, I was meant,
Drunk mind habitually gave a failure:
Have become many things - things
I seem ... And life is simple!
There is no morning, but snapped somewhere.
There are no light, but sparkled away
Parking points soaring, fresh,
Like the reflections of our prayers.

These are the licks of the dawn of going -
Do not understand only which side.
But I hope this is the coming,
And not spoil the old war!
That war that was not announced.
The one that the soul was tortured and booted.
What dreams laid clouds
And the only essence was ...

CHORUS:
Morning My, you will be clear,
Good - I am convinced!
Tomorrow is mine, you are fine:
The sun is already outside the window ...
Won somewhere there I see a handful
Proud White Horses -
They rush, rummage
The new fate of mine!

And I will meet her with a breath
And I will bring dashing horses.
And go to the path of a long and can i
In the fly of future sunny days ...
By blocking the harness is blown -
Along the tired blind stained glass windows
And I will admire the lonely
Mannequins - instead of people

CHORUS:
Stars fell asleep, the night went out:
Tomorrow is lit.
So prayers are not in vain -
Morning is already included in the house!
Won somewhere there I see a handful
Proud white horses.
They rush, rummage
My new fate ...

Everything, perhaps, I was meant,
Everything, in essence, drunking sleep,
But after all, dreams are and things -
If you are being inxicated ...