Somerset Кайманы

режиссер, оператор : Руслан Дэ donate : audio: instagram: Lyrics No bus, empty pockets. Lost ticket, my ticket to the Caymans. Smoke fasting, drink warm beer. The usual recipe for the usual happy. Ticket to the Caymans, my ticket to the Caymans. A ticket to the Caymans, where s my ticket to the Caymans There s slush and snow and mental wounds. lost ticket, my ticket to the Caymans. With or without you, in the fog of reflections. Till I disappear, till I wonder