Текст песни Каракуль - Порт

Everywhere you see your own trail.
Snow and smoke, clouds and dawn.
And the silence , the light scattering .
Ah-ah- ah ...

It is , but ... it
He spoke to me
Posmo..tri
It is well -

From hand smoke streamed ,
He hides me from all .
From rainwater
From CDs and cassettes .
Headache.
Everything was falling from the hands .
Trees and grass
Give birth to the sound.
But the silence is alive

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