Текст песни Flinn - Губами

Strange, but it happens
What's in your pockets jingle only hole
And there are a lot of problems
Crawl out of the world of injustice
All roughness and inconsistencies
What awakened in me irritation
Maybe I'm from a different setting
Or is my role - & quot; rejection & quot;

The door is open, but I want to stay
After all, the sun still dreams
Believe me, I just want to touch
Your lips on my lips

I go and constantly stumble
On the door sills, only false
On another's shoulders, elbows bumping
For myself cursing ubiquitous passers
Cursing areas cloudy halls
Trying to remember where you live
Vain fingering intersections and neighborhoods
Hoping that you wait for me