Текст песни Женя Янішевський - Дотла

Goosebumps
Touch your hand.

Svitaye clock.
Fourth, the birds sing.

Our minds are dormant.
Thoughts flew away.

All the windows are open.
Your body is burning.

Not enough
Frankly himself.
Not enough days
I spent nights together.
Not enough for a couple of minutes
And I still had to say.
And enough sense
I burned to ashes.

Waiting, miss.
Without you are counting the days.

You're next, laughing.
The rain from the sky, and no matter what ...

Not enough
Frankly himself.
Not enough days
I spent nights together.
Not enough for a couple of minutes
And I still had to say.
And enough sense
I burned to ashes.