Текст песни Виктор Романченко, Эрика Сытник - Суеверие

you break the dishes - it's fortunate
don't play with fire too often
salt on the table, the house is empty
don't tell dreams, I'm already very sad

what a superstition you are hiding behind the door
you are like the night passed
what superstition, how far away 'believe me'
the words of those days gone
what a superstition, foliage colored feathers
burning with indifference
what a superstition you say 'believe me'
but I don't listen to you at all

do not play with a knife, I will not quarrel
you brought sorrow, I don't understand where
the clouds are low, there will be a cold soon
you can leave, I don't need anyone

what a superstition you are hiding behind the door
you are like the night passed
what superstition, how far away 'believe me'
the words of those days gone
what a superstition, foliage colored feathers
burning with indifference
what a superstition you say 'believe me'
but I don't listen to you at all

what a superstition you are hiding behind the door
you are like the night passed
what superstition, how far away 'believe me'
the words of those days gone
what a superstition, foliage colored feathers
burning with indifference
what a superstition you say 'believe me'
but I don't listen to you at all