Текст песни Saty Jay - Вези меня домой

Cold morning for memory
Oh, the white sky, take me home.
How the moth burnt that flew to the flame
White Lijab though you do not blow no whistle

I'll be out of town late
to stand at the crossroads and stare at the sky
I myself understand that I am still too young
But I can not keep silent all the verses
No one will give advice no one will answer
Our song is sung by the cigarette
Now with a favorable wind in the new summer
And there you will probably not be
Smoke smoke
and now
we do not meet
we can not be crossed
but not me or not you
do not forget your dreams
it is not given to them to come true forever.
and do not get through to you

and outside the house flashed houses
and so all life will fly by not notice
now it does not matter who is to blame
The result is the same one you will not meet
there is no sense in playing and washing faces
whom to persuade whom to win
to whom to block all paths
I myself should pass