Текст песни Моды - На словах

Do not you love the morning
And I remember very vaguely
As gently breaks the night-sadness

You got his, and if you are accepted
Let broken trust crystal

I have not seen the tears of joy in his eyes
Perhaps we were a bit stuck on words
Stuck on words

We accept these toxins and poisons are pleased
As if this is the salvation of boredom
Not looking, but find
Run, but do not go
As if there is something to be silent together in a way

I have not seen the tears of joy in his eyes
Perhaps we were a bit stuck on words

I have not seen the tears of joy in his eyes
Perhaps we were a bit stuck on words
Stuck on words
Stuck on words