Текст песни Саша Иванов - глухо

Phenazepamum mouth feather sheets
and we are the temple of the window frames
and she was at the door in April
and he has not got a place in the ranks
and he said to her on her lips watercolor
he followed us , we are accustomed to tears
it is only to the pen Phenazepamum already committed to the mouth and the hands but the glass

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