Текст песни Ночь на кухне - Якоря

Those moments, those sentiments
Those transitions, those cities
In memory of a bunch of unnecessary litter
Rake to clean up the anchor
Doubts bumped solidly
The easiest way to burn out than to forget
This battle is still in full-time status
During the war, more interesting love

This pain is tearing inside
No, do not cough
From effort not to go astray
Shakes are not from the cold but from muscle weakness
Trust hold on to my hand

In my mind the sea of ​​memories
Raise the old, I omit the new anchor

In my mind the sea
I raise omit anchor

Those promises that were lost
Those sentries calls
Those rattle burst from finger
my emptiness Sounds
Each time it hurt more pounding heart
Every time a headache
At present, because there is no mood Shut
To select a word for forgiveness

This pain is tearing inside
No, do not cough
From effort not to go astray
Shakes are not from the cold but from muscle weakness
Trust hold on to my hand

In my mind the sea of ​​memories
Raise the old, I omit the new anchor

In my mind the sea
I raise omit anchor