Текст песни Диана Коденко - Песенка online

Staring, buying spring
Cooks in a wet window.
It would be better not to know
What they say about me.
It would be better to sit locked
Hide for life and peace
For any stupid motive -
Only not like that. Not like that.

The signal often disappears.
Cute, what are you talking about?
Staring, buying spring
Rocks at the left shoulder.
Cold in the metropolitan hole,
There are curtains of the city.
On the glass paints April
Black wires.

Well now, princess? Sidi.
In the tower at the Explorer window.
People in the Ecumenical Network
Confuse your names.
God, how terrible one ...
Heaven sharpens the edges.
Puppet coin clockwork,
My pure page.