Текст песни Паприка - Лелея призрачную веру

Cherishing illusory belief delusional young head,
she goes, she wanders through the square, the stood on the yellow foliage.
And plotless this drama, no voices, no SMS ...
Only birds - black strokes on the gray skies sign.

And there is much good in any matter, even cry, even laugh, even cry.
This is a time - autumn: lost keys to the locks ...
The clock is ticking miles and measure all the forces of the heart ...
No, she does not need to be loved.
She needed him to love ...

Dim sleepy gloomy light on the will of the gods.
The river helplessly stuck in a concrete grasp shores.
And because so it renounces finding nothing to reply.
Sadness in the oval hood her eyes look into the light.
And there is much good in any matter, even cry, even laugh, even cry.
This is a time - autumn: lost keys to the locks ...
The clock is ticking miles and measure all the forces of the heart ...
No, she does not need to be loved.
She needed him to love ...

And there is much good in any matter, even cry, even laugh, even cry.
This is a time - autumn: lost keys to the locks ...
The clock is ticking miles and measure all the forces of the heart ...
No, she does not need to be loved.
She needed him to love ...