Текст песни w8. - Дело чести

Shone from the tears of the past past
Feel skin
knocked not sharpened knife
In your already old sheath
We are quiring later under the same rain
Bodies are similar
And you answer me that all this time
You have grunger

Raise in sins, you're like and myself
stood under that pale
you were given only three seconds
To refresh memory and
go on that stroit that he himself created
Filled with joy
carry it to people that a long time ago
in her needed

Opertones strings will remind moments
that so expensive
love that you wore not only in ourselves
but also given and others
Line Life Lodoni.
will be abandoned
These stories seemed in the performance
And without irony
After all, you reap all that we created themselves

The whole world seemed to measure
Now no one spins around that nature
that I imagined all those people with me
However, did not even think that I am so expensive
heart attack - pretty sad news
After all, living this life for you was always my main business