Тексты песен Boris Grebenschikov

Days of wine, days of roses - They are here again, brought by summer haze. The world inside of me was split and bored and fighting - But now it stands still, silent and amazed. Words will come later,

It's always like this - Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain, Into my brain - And then waits for the spark. And I say to myself - Come on now, do you really have to be that insane? Be that insan