Текст песни Татьяна Бованенко - Все прошедшие

All my days past , can be folded into one
An hour with you two to it , otherwise one
All my cold fit a hundred winters
All the sadness in his eyes blue .

All of the past thirteen fit
I like the life of a black cat , but a neighbor with an empty bucket
I so want to laugh at yourself so cry
And all the tenderness of a fire burning .

All past people fit into the photo frame
He is my friend , that's my ex , but this- enemy
All my life , like a sweater, turn inside out
And see the hack yes marriage .
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Tatiana Bovanenko .