Lyrics Мокко fm - Где-то
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А ведь здесь почти не бывает дождей.
Совсем не вижу людей.
И безумно давно не слышал птиц.
Здесь нет знакомых лиц.
И вообще вся осень другая.
Мне хочется взять своими руками
И вытрясти из души города Альта,
Что ходит в неброском платье
Хоть немного листьев с деревьев.
Может, тогда поверю,
Что здесь тоже бывает жизнь.
Что здесь тоже дети смеются.
А пока что хожу по улицам
И не вижу, не слышу, не чувствую.
Здесь всем немного пусто.
И счастливые лица людей
Я вижу лишь в те редкие моменты,
Когда они звонят родным,
Которые там где-то.
Но ждут.
But there is almost no rain here.
I do not see people at all.
And madly for a long time did not hear birds.
There are no familiar faces.
And in general the whole autumn is different.
I want to take my own hands
And shake out the soul of the city of Alta,
What goes in a low-key dress
Though a little leaves from the trees.
Maybe, then I'll believe,
That here too there is a life.
That here, too, children laugh.
In the meantime, I walk the streets
And I do not see, I do not hear, I do not feel.
Here, everyone is a little empty.
And happy faces of people
I see only in those rare moments,
When they call their relatives,
Which are out there somewhere.
But they are waiting.
I do not see people at all.
And madly for a long time did not hear birds.
There are no familiar faces.
And in general the whole autumn is different.
I want to take my own hands
And shake out the soul of the city of Alta,
What goes in a low-key dress
Though a little leaves from the trees.
Maybe, then I'll believe,
That here too there is a life.
That here, too, children laugh.
In the meantime, I walk the streets
And I do not see, I do not hear, I do not feel.
Here, everyone is a little empty.
And happy faces of people
I see only in those rare moments,
When they call their relatives,
Which are out there somewhere.
But they are waiting.