Текст песни Кад Годдо - 1. Хворост этому дню

Ailing / -skeleton

Three hundred years in a row
Just speak and
Things in my apartment,
What about the loss of roots.

Like, if you were a little bold,
To go out and,
May see the dawn,
Maybe a bit to live.

But I tell them, "No,
I will not watch the sunrise! "
Here, in this and all my poison
That this my whole self.

Three hundred years in a row
Just speak and
Things in my apartment,
What about the loss of roots.