Текст песни Хилис - Помоги

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There's a wind in my head
On the threshold you will meet
Me.

Gray dress
With a trace of hugs
Fire.

And I don't dream of you at night
When I miss.
And you decay with the dawn
At the very edge.
Loneliness ruining
Twisted nests
The saints don't help
So you help before it's too late.

Quiet abuse
I cut my breath
Its own.

With that over the shoulder,
Whose voice is conscious
We live.