Текст песни Николай Кукушкин - Мы больше не

And in war as in war
Let not be on fire, but we are at the bottom
Sixth car, second door
I would stay, but believe me
I saw a dream, there we were,
Wheels cut the oil of darkness
But who would have taught to be saved from fluorescent lights
Oh, where is my summer, where is spring?
I can not wake from sleep
But if I open the door
I know the way out
Oh, where is my cold, where is my fever
We have an invaluable gift
We are no longer,
We are no longer,
Come to me,
After all, tomorrow will be worse