Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Осколки

It's not the ice in a glass
This heart splinters
Frozen and broken against the walls
No hands, no craftsmen
Do not be able to collect and return to the place

No, and no hope in all this empty
The closest the same flight I quietly leave
Do not goodbyes
Farewell is not necessary
empty promises
And tears guilty

Pretending everything was
falsely and deceitfully
We like brakanery
Love as a profit
And the bullets flew past all but past
Love was gone, love was gone.

It's not the ice in a glass
This heart splinters
Frozen and broken against the walls
No hands, no craftsmen
Do not be able to collect and return to the place

It's not the ice in a glass
This heart splinters
Frozen and broken against the walls
No hands, no craftsmen
Do not be able to collect and return to the place