Текст песни павел пиковский - Если б я знал где Края моей раны, было бы легче сшивать

Summer flew over the span, autumn shaded with gray hair,
Goblin went into the forest to work, crawled out of the water,
Duremar got on the screens and can’t catch him anymore,
But if I knew where the edges of my wound are -
It would be easier to stitch.

The old bones are aching
It’s good at 23,
When the future asks to visit,
And the past scratches from the inside,
Someone picks a tyrant
Someone has a more comfortable bed
But if I knew where the edges of my wound are -
It would be easier to stitch.

Friday and the city in the cut,
To the house creeps on elbows,
He lived half a life on YouTube,
And a third on social networks,
Someone having read the Qur'an,
Going out into the night will go to kill,
But if I knew where the edges of my wound are -
It would be easier to stitch.

I’ll put a warm plaid on my shoulders,
In the scarlet haze Assol
Time doesn’t heal these wounds,
And memory sprinkles white salt
It seems guys, it's time for us
Something needs to be urgently decided
I don't care where the edges of my wound
All the same, do not sew up the wound.