Lyrics Бумбокс - Nema Tebe

Where there is no there is no you, you ...
Where there is no there is no you, you ...
Where there is no, there is no you ...
 Where are you not ...

Well, don't remind me, I promised
That I will no longer be an animal in myself,
I will have an animal with me
To leave home in the middle of the night, ride in a circle
I need all this as a stabbing patient.

How do I spin my loins, infinites major,
The constant change of scenery, the rocky mountains,
Blue sea, I agree even on the plain
As a needle cloth sews our way country.

Thousands of cities where we were not still exist
The best lullaby is the sound of an engine running
No drug in the world is so squeamish,
My only problem is you are gone

Where...
You are not there ...
Where...
You are not there ...

Not a single song in Makitra, not a single letter,
Woke up in Alma Ata, lay down in Peter
Merged into one all the dates, confused seasons,
It used to be alcohol, now enough juice.

Terminal B, PSP, I don't understand newspapers,
It has become the Internet television
It's only third night, it's not too late and not early,
Just left and I want to go back, sweetheart.

You listen to Noggan, hello, Noggan,
Tell her in the pipe that without her it's very bad
Nothing in the world as Rock'n'Roll rows,
My only problem is you are gone!

Where...
You are not there ...
Where...
You are not there ...
_____________________ Where there is, there is no you, you ...
Where there is, there is no you, you ...
Where there is no, and there is no you ...
Where are you not ...

Well, don't remind, I promised,
That I will no longer be an animal in myself,
In itself an animal in d
To leave the house in the middle of the night, to ride in a circle
All this I need as a patient injections.

As aunts of luvishki, infinites major,
The constant change of scenery, the rocky mountains,
Blue sea, I agree even on the plain
As if a needle cloth sew our way country.

Thousands of cities where we have not been, still exist
The best lullaby is the sound of a running engine
No drug in the world is so drawn,
My only problem is you are not there

Where ...
There is no you ...
Where ...
There is no you ...

No song in the head off a single letter,
They woke up in Alma Ata, lay down in St. Petersburg
All the dates have merged, I confuse the time of year,
Previously there was alcohol, now enough juice.

Terminal B, PSP, I don't understand newspapers,
The Internet has become a television
It's only three nights, it's not too late and not early,
Just left and already want back, beloved.

You listen to Noggan, hello, Noggan,
Tell her in the pipe that without her it is very bad
Nothing in the whole world as Rock'n'Roll does NOT row,
My only problem is you are gone!

Where ...
There is no you ...
Where ...
There is no you ...________________________