Текст песни Андрей Горба - Теплое утро

Warm morning

C - E F - G

Warm morning, fresh compote,
Mom's daughter cuts her stomach
Black slippers are standing by the window.
Mom’s daughter alone

Bright gamut, and program editor
And you say that we are only children
What we want to live in this world - 2 p.

Puddles of blood, the smell of stink
Wet panties spilled compote
On the right stomach, does not heal - 2 p.