Текст песни Alex Nebo - Глупая глупость

Speak, I pray thee, speak,
About the weather, about the books as you wish.
My thoughts, try, take
In a new maze.
And you know,
Minor
From these conversations
Patients.
I can not think about it is not.

Chorus:

Stupid stupidity, new news,
And the gap between us, weightlessness.
Cry: & quot; Come to your senses,
Flying down! & Quot; -
Silent and taesh, you know.
My light joy,
My bitter grief -
Nothing left
And soon will pass not notice,
New meetings.
Probably did not seriously.
No seriously ...

II.

Melted melted into nebyli,
Like stones in the water to the bottom run.
Looking for something that is not found.
Only time only
Spiral leaves,
Once again, the weather firm.
Let me go, let go.