Текст песни как босиком по росе - трав луговых смесь

deafening silence
And my usual restlessness
Not with me at the end of a dream
You will wake up my longing
And a new day will be pulled
Like the thread of the spindle
Without you, I know you are too lazy
Do not breathe and dive to the bottom

You're not like the others ,
Something in you is ...
barefoot in the dew
meadow grass mixture
You're not like the others ,
near and far ,
And you want - ever,
and want - at your fingertips.

The heady pm
and in front of your eyes
Midnight lights game
they vote again & quot; for & quot; -
boisterousness of the lips and hands
and for the fact that my you
and show me all of a sudden ,
that all dreams come true .

You're not like the others ,
Something in you is ...
barefoot in the dew
meadow grass mixture
You're not like the others ,
near and far ,
And you want - ever,
and want - at your fingertips.

You're not like the others -
You're not like the others -
You're not ...