Текст песни Кирилл Устинов, Надежда Бояджиева и Ловец Сов - Холодный Ветер

Thanks Hope Boyadzhiev for joint performance!

My man tired to breathe,
He quickened his pace and disappeared.
My target is the last chance,
The reason for all my calls.

My man looking forward
And even glance not averted.
I waited, and when he leaves.
And he was gone.

Cold wind, wave to the shore,
I am on the border of the huge puddles.
He was an idiot and he was sure
But it was not when it was needed.
The cold wind - the eighth note,
Tearing voice breaking up.
I was sure I was an idiot,
But I was never lonely ...

My man, my stamp,
My world is divided in half.
My man was still mine,
But somewhere out there

Cold wind, wave to the shore,
I am on the border of the huge puddles.
He was an idiot and he was sure
But it was not when it was needed.
The cold wind - the eighth note,
Tearing voice breaking up.
I was sure I was an idiot,
But I was never lonely ...
Cold wind, wave to the shore,
I am on the border of the huge puddles.
He was an idiot and he was sure
But it was not when it was needed.

08/15/2013

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