Текст песни Мой Шторм - Мой шторм

Why do you push this fruit
Squeezing the last drop out of it
What was the date the product
Like the two poles are not equal

Coast cheeks, eyes oceans
And eyelashes whales plow
Space konechnomilyh waves
But it bears the slope disturbing dream

It's my storm to the end
Selects the face contours
In the alleys of days brings to light
And inside it is the only answer