Текст песни Paramonov.R - Разбитые души

Again thoughts on paper white
Then by current mentally in your veins
Protoptans of the thresholds of the rivers of the river
Plus I am in the coffin of the mirro in a vicious durable burden

Native believe me the wind will answer me
There is no doubt of the gloomy shadows
Do you remember our carefree souls in dance?
For two, the whole world of cosmos of love and grace

Rushed on the wings I pulled them off
I don't see the meaning with the walls
How did it come to? And whose wines here?
day and night with a vinary included

In himself did not understand the little
Your eyes body grace without pity
I got ready for a bunch of paints tin
Started just 6 night and darkness in the shower

Need to listen
Heart breathes
Hearts dust
Broken souls

There are no pink glasses on me the whole world is a system.
here everything is punctured damage the disease scheme
Contrary to taboos reproach and other prohibitions
The harnessed rays of the sun in the shower

From slaves secrets of blood river coins
And spent themes broken hands
let's try in browing together
just so we will not forget our roots

Remember how many paths to you passed
Puli flew and empty was
Called the streets of the cold and face cities
But in a bunch of this pain, we are not given

Cinema? Life? Life movie is lying
Lingerie Lingerie Liquefied Life
Live as you know live as you want to live
But know the living broken souls do not sew

Need to listen
Heart breathes
Hearts dust
Broken souls