Текст песни Арина Громова - Я живу как в консервной банке...

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Arina Gromov
I live in a tin,
And you sipish me the salt on the wound ...

Conscience buried yesterday,
The coffin invested, nails hammered ...

Gathered malls something people
I understand all of you on the robot ...

I remember someone even cried,
Then obituary sozhmakal ...

They came to my parents,
Very scary that they have seen it ...

It was painful to look at her mother,
Throw earth in a hole ...

All without music was quietly,
And so it ended up in a faceless ....

Well, tomorrow to bury the truth.
Cross put, large fence.

Whatever people did not go to her,
What I would like a flock of sheep lived ....

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