Текст песни Катя Хасаншина - Синие звезды

In my city dry
Because it rained in the summer and now winter.
It's time to sleep,
Only God how far up in the morning.
And on the night flight
Drawing on the glass frosty
Blue blue, blue, blue stars, yeah ...
Forgotten words
Under that could remain silent.
Just keep quiet ...
I changed from cold handwriting,
Handwriting has become not so picky.
It is not possible to read their letters,
And the writing does not make sense to you now ... ...
Selling his body to the executioners,
On moonless nights, and penniless.
Pouring doctors
For the treatment of the consequences of violent love.
And on the shoulders crumbs soap yes black blood.
Here is a hanging love
Here's a hung love.
If you remember me,
Pray for the peace of my eyes burned.
Pray for me, throw all affairs
And we pray now.
And draw on glass frosty
Blue blue, blue, blue stars
Blue blue, blue, blue stars, yeah ...