Текст песни культура курения - Элла

In the hallway is dark,
I do not see you,
My legs were shaking ,
When I try to go.

You said you always will be,
Torn thin thread .

It does not matter, anyway ,
Stones pulled to the bottom.
You take me by the hand ,
And 're across the hall.

You said you always will be,
But nothing,
Where previously grown flowers,
Now the snow .