Текст песни Shela - Мой старый мир

Fell dreams and with us again snow,
Even the eyelids is not eternal, like all yours,
My old world, you are Sir, Mont Sir,
Tired, broke up and broke up
At all. We all left.

Flocks, flocks, flocks to get together
Again we, again we, again get to us,
Wait until the winter-ma-mom is over.
Angels, White, White Clothes
Maybe again we will give hope
That it's not too late to start everything from the beginning ...