Текст песни THEYA GREY - За числами календаря

Of the number of calendar

 Next the cooled heat
 On the glass surface,
 Blurring paint street
 Striped hide.

 No reason, just sadness,
 You know, I'm afraid of her.
 The loneliness emotions
 With head perch.

 CHORUS:
 Leave for later
 Of the number of calendar
 Simple solutions com
 And without becoming cynical

 From the rest secretly
 But do not run away from yourself
 Under the white ceiling
 Dreaming

 The succession of ordinary days
 The monotonous shroud.
 A few hours of light
 Dissolve in the rain.

 Indifference is quite
 Enough time is doubly
 Do not miss, do not hear the sound
 Being with him in private.

 CHORUS:
 Leave for later
 Of the number of calendar
 Simple solutions com
 And without becoming cynical

 From the rest secretly
 But do not run away from yourself
 Under the white ceiling
 Dreaming