Текст песни 325435435 - 43543543

Sitting at the bar the night cafe
Gray in the palms of cognac
Looking like a small car
Beating on a wall of rain
Hiding from the eyes of the omnipresent water
For unreliable wall
Hearing her as a quiet song
Beckons me to follow him

I think this long rain
I think the rain
Do not wash away the foam soap operas eyes asleep homes

One hundred thousand moons long
Drops pounding on the glass
As if to calculate
How much water under the bridge
Hundred of thousands of ancient persons
They pulled over a
Hundred of thousands of blank pages
listed water

I think it's a long rain ...
I think the rain
Do not wash away the foam soap operas
Eyes asleep houses ...
Yanesumasshedshy ! Yanesumasshedshy ! Yanesumasshedshy !