Текст песни Анна Щербакова - Далеко до рая

how the fourth season is desperate
do not miss me it was dispersed by chance I
but it means that I need stagnation above me
and let my creativity be kilometers
if you trace the plot and these events
then someday you will understand and perhaps see
I'm the one that cooled to everything inconspicuous
and if you want to say, be more specific
this is a game and who parat at that end
I did not decide anyone can be a navigator
conversations without mat and pleasant sleep
I haven’t seen for a long time probably I need to breathe freshness
it is also planned care costs
I spend the past year with new winters
and do not rape my brain
I will effortlessly decide who to kill and who to have mercy
ignore you can hardly hook
malleable ideas are tantamount to primates
scream from my ward where dan sleeps
but if only she was not number six

the pattern of fettered phrases autumn did not respond
and I tearing her voice shouted
trying to break away from a dream on a bend
never watched winter come
and he casts doubt on the points
but what was crossed out before the lines
I do not lose who pleases my soul
and more often I will watch the snow fall

spray of roses and phrases crosses on asphalt
I do not draw routes on the map
and in the evening, knocking with heels and hit the beat
night city attracts and creates excitement
for me compromising on all scorching sunsets
that were met by me in the photo there are facts
but the background has faded who in the reflection of the lobby mirrors
there am I or not me and the one whom I am jealous
who am I for him now, desires of gradations
he is now with me along the way and what if he leaves at the nearest station
we adults are very knocked out by us at night, knocked out touches on the skin
trembling
on my grievances was not stitched and this bitter sediment is not needed good
God ... go back give the answer please
I do not ask too much with a look I will not give up
insignificant are those who live by the laws of creatures
I am above this but there is far from paradise

the pattern of fettered phrases autumn did not respond
and I tearing her voice shouted
trying to break away from a dream on a bend
never watched winter come
and he casts doubt on the points
but what was crossed out before the lines
I do not lose who pleases my soul
and more often I will watch the snow fall