Текст песни Аут - Никого Не Жаль

Your pencil like a needle
Included in the paper body
You write the letter himself
The black cloud of flies nowhere
Spilling over us
It remains cut glass on glass

AND
You're nobody sorry

The sound of silence in the places of memory
Again, recall the past
The sad rustling of the grass
Somebody shout
And you just can not
Destroy all the fullness

AND
You're nobody sorry

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