Текст песни Дмитрий Никульшин feat. Светлана Иванкова - Ссора

Tattered dishes, scattered things,
It believed in a miracle - it was easier for them.
But something went wrong, Disconnect
And a quarrel broke into their house, if the virus

Closing the people's eyes, plugging ears
Do not listen to each other, they really
As if seeing the dumb mouth: their soul weep.
Look how pitifully screaming and pounding heart

Curtains drawn, the end of the conversation
And the monitor will be light again
According to various rooms in the social network
Their status is banal: "Everything bad is sad."

Closing the people's eyes ...
Do not listen to each other, they really
As if seeing the dumb mouth: nobody will remain uncertain