Lyrics Небослов - Играйте сами

I sat on the tree one at night
Watched the constellation horse in profile
He reminded me exactly
Mom, this is exactly about me

I said: "Fly to me soon, horse
I have enough fruit in the tree
I do not want one I sit here more
And not ready to jump to the ground. "

So the time has come to slow
So the time came
Who am I talking over and again?
And the answer is simple: with shadow
It seems, here is about the branch falls
The wind did not joke with us
And the one who looks from the height
Gives us clean sheets
Play, says yourself

Celebrated eight days in a row
Celebrated finish
Folded bones under the table in the urn
Someone sang about sang

Take me, I'm tired of the holiday
I want such as you, everyday life
I want to shine and light a fairy tale
And jump all night in the pipe pipe

So the time has come to slow
So the time came
Who am I talking over and again?
And the answer is simple: with shadow
It seems, here is about the branch falls
The wind did not joke with us
And the one who looks from the height
Gives us clean sheets
Play, says yourself

So the time has come to slow
So the time came
Who am I talking over and again?
And the answer is simple: with shadow
It seems, here is about the branch falls
The wind did not joke with us
And the one who looks from the height
Gives us clean sheets
Play, says yourself