Текст песни павел воробьёв и олег таранов - брошенные

text - Pavel Vorobiev Oleg Taranov
Music - Pavel Vorobiev
Record - Play Rec
Information - Maxim Vorobiev

This bed-bound city
In this pack of wolves
This pack of beasts
Hiding the face from the cold
And burn dream
If we are so warm
Again hands were shaking and hiding
In his pockets but a stranger
Soon there will be nothing left
City and I fell with him
Like a scream breaks out I throat
Stone grinding hundreds of claws
Away from false avid
Other challenges, and people screaming
But the mere thought arrogant laughter
Rush fly away
Out there where no blows cold
To be born and die

Pooh melted mud smeared
Each meter wind licked
Thrown ripped open with pitchforks friendly
In winter the earth which nobody needs
Falling flakes in a sea of ​​silence
Occasionally heard the strum along roads
The old carts and horsemen friendly
Trot on the field nobody unnecessary
I would start
Get a hand to the skies
The grain in the desert to throw handfuls of wood
Every drop of water water the dust of the earth
Bright colors the sunset light to pour away
Winds swirl resembling the waltz
Ocean coast hidden
Calm replace trans
If you have not received an answer to the question
So I did not have and does not have
NO! Abandoned!