Текст песни Блуждающий Лес - Порезы на руках

Cuts on hands
Tears on eyes,
And in the shower of longing;
In Kobain's headphones
Yes in a backpack port
And no sleep nights.

Do not rush you go to the streets
Somewhere there couples kiss
You go alone, quite alone,
But believe me not to frown,
Wait, all the good will come true
And spring will come, your spring.

Sad poems
About what is not saving
Chopped heart;
But just do not rush
Break pencils
Walks in the sky sun.

Do not rush you go to the streets
Somewhere there couples kiss
You go alone, quite alone,
But believe me not to frown,
Wait, all the good will come true
And spring will come, your spring.