Текст песни Ксения Ат - Песня про плохого папу

folder with gnarled foot
tore the child from the inside
dripping rain
and you sit and watch
listen to the wheels howling
listen how boldly in your chest
funeral autumn is coming
tears the child from the inside

laughed languor pillow
light seeped through the doors
torn toys
under the rain the rain grew stronger
-no, someone's trail is breaking

cute shutters broken
listen! - bitter roar
folder will get tired soon
the folder will die too