Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Из нас не вырастут цветы...

Flowers will not grow out of us.
When Moscow with Addis Ababa
In the dark they talk to you.
Between the Earth and the Moon
Swimming in the darkness of the teacher.
In my chest is a mock Kremlin.
Here is the sponsor of wind and rain
With an eagle on a pink pursuit
I drove up in a marble carriage.
New York looked from his palm
To the outlines of people
What are motionless on the platform.
The time will come to change everything.
Whom they loved - to blame.
Prefer jam to bread.
Have Addis Ababa in the chest ...
And only sleepless cats
In the dark they talk to you.
Flowers will not grow out of us.