Текст песни Рина ЯРина - слишком

Too much

Knocks Inside. Putting in the rib, knocking out air
Heart. The smell of bitterness - Mount your sweat. And the impossibility of a respite
As if scherzo. I play. I amoline. I blow out all surplus
Too much. You're close too ... Loose ... Flood.

I emerge from under the blanket, a little clothing. Lot
Thirst. Hope is so bustling. Your hired swamps
I steal peace. I play. In indifference. Nervishka
So shalyat. You're close too. Too alone.