Текст песни Дмитрий Никульшин feat. Светлана Иванкова - Ссора

Tattered dishes, scattered things ,
It believed in a miracle . So it was easier for them .
But something went wrong , Eroded .
And a quarrel broke into the house like a virus.

CHORUS:
Closing the people's eyes , plugging ears
Do not they listen to each other at all.
As if seeing dumb mouths , their cry of the soul .
Look how plaintively cry ... A pounding heart .

Zadёrnuty curtains . End of conversation .
And the monitor will be light again.
By rooms in different social networks .
And the status of the banal : " All bad, sad ."

CHORUS.
As if seeing the dumb mouth. Remain misunderstood by anyone .
Misunderstood by anyone .