Текст песни Андрей Жуков feat John - ты свеча, а я огонь

chairs money morning evening
My gust was not seen
You stole my feelings
Brought sorrow to us.
My door is open to you,
but must be forgotten
All roads are blocked
Do not call me very sorry.

But my thoughts are busy with you
You are my candle I am your fire
All routes and dreams are shot down.
All bitch you

I broke myself into parts
I want to be fruitless
But no longer in my power
these passions take control
In vain, you woke the beast
You hooked me so
I have fire and power
I will find a password for you