Текст песни Маруся Привольная - Кричи

Shout
In my open windows, you can kick in the door, on the table with your fists: trust me. I can do anything! I can do everything, I can, without unnecessary torment and words. Tell me, what kind of love do you believe in? Not on that dark night, for an hour purely by the way, nervously smoking, muttering: I'll call you tomorrow. Or maybe the one that, with a sigh, with scraps of old songs, eats you like mold and pulls you back with a crash. The third option is unlikely. Yes, I laugh, I don't cry. Boldly wish me luck, I'll call you tomorrow. Shout. Scream at my windows, come on. Break the doors with your truth. Just don't touch the soul. Don't touch your soul, okay?