Текст песни Абвиотура - Хомуты

Overwhelmed loop, veterinarian
Neck brushing, bitter song
It turned out to be in vain. Forces, already
In two bags, the grace full of hill
Yes, it was planted so that I could not
Three winters in a row, yes three months
Because of the longing toscale
And soul roars, with grief

Rossomed in the forest Rossomakhu
Smooth nerve sea rules i
Tedied under the cloud quiet ptahoo
I did not find anywhere in the right
Looked in my senses. Don't get to the bottom
Do not burn in the chest dawn
Heart to feel. This is true! She!
In two bags lies full of hill

Burned his hand, threw behind his back
Black Sea, Stars Frequent
And in the chest of longing, even though climb on the wall
Essuro, say to the blood of the wrist
For nothing, see, yaraya power
If the body burns, dries thirst
Appeal you stinging
Greedily elongated living every

Clamps yes Omuta
Remember the girl to whom you
Heart Darila