Текст песни Анастасия Казакова - Компас

I'll give you a compass ,
And tied with felt ,
You will hear his voice
Inside , a cold wind.

Walking on slippery plains ,
When looking for confidence weak ,
Has protected the strength to forget
And remember the main thing .

At the crossroads of splits
His find half
Keys to the heart of bolts
Take loses imaginary .

In the words of defeats the purpose ,
And in these important - faith .
You through the hourglass figure
Read native without measure .

You stray wanderer ,
In the desert, surviving ear .
And no scary , strange ...
... I'll give you a compass .