Текст песни Тихие Парни - На твоих ладонях

This is not me on your palms,
I will never become so much.
You do not know, but a little hurt
When they say that little
You have a real
Or born in other people's dreams.
See, truth is not in the eyes of the looking
And in your hands.

I diluted with water this dormant taste,
This sweetness of something uncomfortable. You can say that I am a coward,
But in insomnia you don't hear at night like knocking about the fence
Words as if there is again.
The truth is to be lined up
But I don't want to suffer

Nothing happens where they did not seek
Excuses between us.
I would raw the infinity of your sky with high-voltage wires.
I would scratch his brick finger,
I soaked your breath Garoy.
Admit dreams should not
To become a jaw.

This nonsense, these songs do not wash.
Of these, I collected this stupid truth.
See how ridiculous fishes are ripping, see how the health has been changed, probably we would have been able to have a warm place,
But I am not ready to give something instead.