Текст песни А-Пять - Туманы.

It is worth crying over a girl 's grave
and quietly childish mists calls :
Mists , Mists , and where my mother ?
What my mother to me is not ?

Stand passers-by do not pass account
In this tough pantomime you Santiago MS and my real theme of poor chick whose vision problem
Good people imagine the barracks where she lives to have sex not hundreds grandmother , but a real breakthrough for her before .