Текст песни Корякин Павел - Фальшь

The solid false past days
                    Dreams closed light.
                    Breda in the dark, slippery paths,
                    Hurry to find the answer.

                    In an attempt to lean on futile
                    In memory of happy days,
                    Wielding the power of the enemy
                    And the weakness of friends

                    You see the land where warm snow
                    He hid cold kindest words.
                    You are looking for a paradise where glare run
                    Paint color the sky again.

                    You hear whispers of those prayers,
                    What will form a seal;
                    And all those are the same as you
                    Canute in grace.

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