Текст песни Алиса - 07. Воздух

Red

Tonight is the night again ,
Today again dreams.
How strange spins me
The movement of the spring from the spring.
black and white lines of the Network ,
Television whip.
I want to be here ,
But I can not be here .
Black and red is my color,
But it is selected , alas , not me .
Someone is very similar to the wall
Dawit me a .
I continue to sing someone else's words ,
But Kiyoshi , who is playing me , huh?
It is absurd to look for the eyes
Through the glass of sunglasses ,
But the night sighted
Predators and moles,
It's still a chance
Stay well fed and alive.
Here, everyone is allowed
Become the first or second .

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