Текст песни Николай Гром-Че Сергеев - Сигаретами

Cold Moon and her not before sleep, you will shoot her calmly her
Thick staff frozen who too thin on you coat

And the stars fell out someone's horses came true
Around the dreams came true, but all the same tears

Cigarettes on the windowsill fuss myself in the dead
And the divided me to the belt will sing you with a punched voice

You see how she, hear how she languidly breathes like
Spraying the varnish throughout the room
In this waters, hands stretch to the light in the dark
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Madness seems to be uncomfortable, not for the eternal
You know anyway from whose face to sing this song
from start to finish...