Забавные игры - Силуэты

 The walls laughed behind tiled plates.

All covered in black marks of cigarette burns, We left behind all the old tortures And we moved on in search of the new ones With a childish smile streetlight lips Are spitting the snow in passers' silhouettes Downpipes are quietly ringing Of touch of the overflow of frozen catkins Morning will play on the curbs of the boulevards. Of some overcrowded sleeping districts Someone's smile in the window of train, Is somebody's attempt to fix their misfits Someone's smile in the window of train, Is somebody's attempt to fix their misfits Someone's smile in the window of train, Is somebody's attempt to fix their misfits