В забытой богами квартире, На минус шестом этаже Мы снова мечтаем о мире - О мире, который в душе.
И, что бы там гимн не пиликал, Под утро так хочется мне Пожить, хоть чуть-чуть, не в великой, А просто в уютной стране.
Где копоть ночных огней Утренних мудреней. Копоть ночных огней Утра мудреней. Let the evening came , but drop Fatigue barbed shoulders , After all, we are going to visit In a country of amazing meetings,
Where milestones forgotten Where am wiser than the evening , Where the door slightly ajar , And like unexpected guests .
Where soot night lights Morning is wiser . Soot night lights Am wiser .
We were waiting for the fate of the station , Sought in road dust , We are souls to each other climbed , But could not get through deeper .
Only at nightfall , Feast for the title of the shadows We have become shorter with each other , We became like a native.
Soot night lights Morning is wiser . Soot night lights Am wiser .
In the forgotten gods apartment On the minus sixth floor We dream again about the world - About a world that is in the shower.
And , whatever the anthem not scrape , In the morning so I would like to To live , just a little , not great , And just in a cozy country.
Where soot night lights Morning is wiser . Soot night lights Am wiser .