Текст песни Кирилл - Спящих у ручья

Tired eyes, rubbing against fist
At this hour of the night
reconciled with itself
is a lively,
but sleep near a stream, somewhere in the world dreams

I stopped obvorozhat your image in the soul
Erased Beauty
Back empty
The bottom
Poor soul, steles in the grass

Idleness peered into the depths of Calendar
There's a distance
Snow Shawl:
Again in February in the horoscope of those who lie at the bottom

After all, why go with the river, flasks given lie?
The mud is so warm
The true bottom
The most that you could wish for, sleeping by the stream

D A D A
You know what I wrote on a piece of his?
Bm
The word NO
Bm E7
Oh, wow!
G A D
Wicked game head beings sleeping near a stream

Nachirikaet Morpheus serenade dreams
Notes from C Before yes,
Memory carry away
Pain muted all creatures, sleeping near a stream