Lyrics Тёплые дни - Нависли Облака
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Нависли облака
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Обрывается год,
Кому-то снова везёт,
Кто-то снова постарается на скорости войти в поворот.
Кто-то искренне врёт,
Всё от жизни берёт.
Кому-то просто достаточно шага вперёд.
Чёрно-белый четверг
И темнеет среда.
Скоро даже воскресенье утечёт в никуда.
Замерзают дома,
С неба сыпет вода,
Словно вены по небу текут провода.
Туман съедал мой сигаретный дым.
Над городом седым
Нависли облака слегка.
Яркий свет фонарей,
И темнеет быстрей.
В ожидании чего-то я сжигаю миллионы путей.
Дома стынет пирог,
Ждёт ботинок порог ,
В полуночной тишине снова мама нас ждёт.
Туман съедал мой сигаретный дым.
Над городом седым
Нависли облака слегка.
Clouds hanging
*1
The year ends
Someone is lucky again
Someone again will try to enter the corner at speed.
Someone sincerely lying
Everything from life takes.
A step forward is enough for someone.
Black and white thursday
And the environment is getting dark.
Soon even Sunday will flow to nowhere.
Freezing at home
Water pours from the sky
Like veins, wires flow through the sky.
The fog was eating my cigarette smoke.
Gray-haired city
The clouds hung slightly.
The bright light of the lanterns,
And it gets dark faster.
Waiting for something, I burn millions of ways.
The cake is getting cold
Waiting for the boot threshold
In the midnight silence, mother is waiting for us again.
The fog was eating my cigarette smoke.
Gray-haired city
The clouds hung slightly.
*1
The year ends
Someone is lucky again
Someone again will try to enter the corner at speed.
Someone sincerely lying
Everything from life takes.
A step forward is enough for someone.
Black and white thursday
And the environment is getting dark.
Soon even Sunday will flow to nowhere.
Freezing at home
Water pours from the sky
Like veins, wires flow through the sky.
The fog was eating my cigarette smoke.
Gray-haired city
The clouds hung slightly.
The bright light of the lanterns,
And it gets dark faster.
Waiting for something, I burn millions of ways.
The cake is getting cold
Waiting for the boot threshold
In the midnight silence, mother is waiting for us again.
The fog was eating my cigarette smoke.
Gray-haired city
The clouds hung slightly.