Lyrics Лиза Васильева - Я везу убитый день
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Я везу убитый день.
Несговорчивый и строгий.
Он удрал за край дороги,
Прятал смысл в мелочах.
Солнца нет, все больше тень.
До костей истерты ноги,
Я везу, не жду подмоги.
На костлявых на плечах.
Я везу чужую грусть.
Чтоб ее совсем не стало.
Чтобы счастье не отстало
И смогло назад пробраться.
Солнце скрылось, ну и пусть.
Я заранее все знала.
Я везу, а места мало...
Вместе с нашим не убраться.
Я везу назад зиму'.
До последнего приюта.
Чтоб туман ее укутал,
На год холод погребя.
Солнце взглядом обниму,
А потом отдам кому-то.
Я везу, но почему-то
Снова увожу в себя.
I drive the dead day.
Failure and strict.
He drew the edge of the road,
Well hid sense in trifles.
There is no longer, more and more shadow.
Before the bones of the legs legs,
I'm lucky, I'm not waiting for the sovereign.
On the bony on the shoulders.
I am driving someone else's sadness.
So that it is not at all.
To happiness not behind
And it could get back.
The sun hid, well, and let.
I knew everything in advance.
I'm visiting, and there is little place ...
Together with our not to get out.
I drove back winter.
To the last shelter.
So that the fog of her ukutal
For a year, the cold burden.
The sun look like hug
And then I will give someone.
I'm lucky, but for some reason
I publish again.
Failure and strict.
He drew the edge of the road,
Well hid sense in trifles.
There is no longer, more and more shadow.
Before the bones of the legs legs,
I'm lucky, I'm not waiting for the sovereign.
On the bony on the shoulders.
I am driving someone else's sadness.
So that it is not at all.
To happiness not behind
And it could get back.
The sun hid, well, and let.
I knew everything in advance.
I'm visiting, and there is little place ...
Together with our not to get out.
I drove back winter.
To the last shelter.
So that the fog of her ukutal
For a year, the cold burden.
The sun look like hug
And then I will give someone.
I'm lucky, but for some reason
I publish again.