Lyrics 62 Широта - Дни мои

And the strips flew from the pen, it was in the morning,
but I wrote I did not sleep, I did not, as always.
water dripping from the roofs washed my windows
distracting myself, I thought. I'll get wet.
I threw crooks, I just it was summer
and my age allows you to think about it
pancake. Under the drops of rain so it is not enough,
notes drop down their windows to my neighbors. I know
that everything is not so bad, and I have been for some time
I'm standing on a level ground.
Baseball cap povugruzhe and further on the road
all the same at home thoughts will not let me fall asleep.
Maybe it's just part of my book.
But This is so for a good, short time.
And I only do what I like
and everyone is talking around, they say it's time to grow up.

My days are an endless dream
and I believe that he will bring me luck
You just have to take it down on it.
I would have, but only these clouds interfere with me.

But have you remained yourself, now remember left,
As in the second half you read at home in full,
The wallpaper in the sheets, and the palms are covered, you
now in the car quiet, matured enough,
The ravines of the metro stations are carried by,
Slowly barely runs the time
the darkness of the tunnel is heard by inspiration,
In the notebook glued, all the more so than I'm sick,
When the doors open, stepping on the platform,
I will remember how many years, I gave to the nights this dark,
Bessonny, languid, quiet sincerely pure,
To get into my thoughts and put them on the sheet ..
On the escalator upwards under a heavy downpour,
wet city pictures replace the rhythm,
Drops from the visor were poured into wet asphalt
To write to live, live to write