Текст песни темвременем - песенка спета

Winter morning, winter night, trains travel around cities
in my ugly hands Your photo that warms specifically in the cold
I do not see passersby, it seems a little in myself I became closed
although I have ever lived happily ever, but not so long ago

I fell in love with the trees that fell down when they saw a saw
I do not see happiness around, and often sad on trifles
I rooted to drink in her cute heart, spreading with the soul
After all, the other appeared in her life, and he was better than me

Light from the apartments falls directly to the alcoholket recently outdoor
I look like in the air smoothly dissolves living ash
I am ready forgive forgotten about pain and swinds of blue, beaten
so that you fuck you where and when, but just once to meet you

I was tired, unshaven hung the picture in the museum to the right in the corner
In the wine stains brush, we painted us and blurred canvas
Password in the form of your name cuts fragments breasts, but I can
Ask the last question, do you still love me?

I swallow artificial air in the form of your messages recorded
I miss the voice, as in the fall, children bored in the summer
and still burns hope that someday we will become close
Although I have long understood that in our blowing the last Speta song