Текст песни DRY-- - - Печать на третьей странице

the sun is setting on the horizon of the track, everything that has swum is unlikely to return, on hot nights the strobe lights of the clubs we burned through life, we burned our lips, meeting the morning, with a special barely familiar, we wanted to quickly get out of her house, then to the lagging streets, where full of people with a cigarette in their teeth were going home sooner, I and now fingers on the strings, -halo, mom, yes, it's okay in the army, only the days are dragging on, brother don't count how much you have left when the time comes, leg behind the checkpoint, I'll smoke a cigarette and I'll call my younger sister, and while the guitarist is waving his hand, we will sing this song to an army battle, it drags on month after month like a carriage, just a little bit left to wait for the platform, and soon all this green dream will end, and soon all this green dream will end , stretches month after month like a carriage, just a little bit is left to wait for the platform, and soon all this green dream will end, and soon all this green dream will end. and the print on the third page will continue to dream