Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Вишневый блейзер

correspondence page count this nonsense
but why always like you prefer
only your voice heard , I almost melt snow
you rvёsh my strings , but those whom no guitar
instead of a heart hole black - black
wind noise in my head about anything , but I
I keep longing for you to come
vomit , throw , screaming in an empty ceiling
post-post does not go away
let's at least good-bye
under the ceiling constellations
you c you sit a little
with you a little sit together
dopёm cherry blazer