Текст песни Юлия FRAU Жеглова - Дети глотают

Children swallow prayer breakfast,
Like cold porridge with lumps,
Try the taste and smell of listening,
Icy sky touching hands.

A parody of the sect - the illusion of joy,
Orphans play in marital happiness,
Believing in people is a sure sign of weakness,
The cold inside ... - bad weather.

Blind drive in circles, we are afraid,
Brena there and nobody prozreet,
Where are we - no matter ...
Squeeze my hand - stronger.

It was impossible, and it is now possible,
Soul stamping, including conveyor,
It is difficult about the past simple to the complex,
Tselishsya heart? - To the left.