Текст песни Квентервилль - Кома

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Where the words flow from my mouth,
Where are the sea of ​​autumn days,
Since then, when your voice is verse?
And snow, all falling out of black pellets,
In the dream drives us.
But coma, insulating a blanket and fire,
Throwing into the street transparent eyes.
In the kitchen gas.
2.
He warms his hands, the heart is in boiling water.
Suddenly the kettle threw his last cry
And Small,
And jazz burned as he could.
3.
Snow fought for many years to our kitchen,
But we did not let him.
And the sun went to go for a long time
That at the end I did not care.
Autumn dirt became velvet days,
Since you disappeared.
And telephone beeps like winter pulse
Dead, words are sick.
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Dirt knocked up, before the founding of his
He left only dust.
Suddenly the cradle will apply a crane,
Click on the stop.
Life will be silent.