Текст песни МузАрт - Сагыныш

I love you
When my loved one is lying to you
My passion is my own, my sister is my own
Do you have any soul
Imagine limiting the cross section of the sky
I'm lost
It is time for suffering
I'm not tired of craving

donation:
If I volunteer, I will be a fortress
I am whitish without stains
They were left without fire, and they burned with fire
Missed you, miss me, miss you

Slightly ill, I have grown ill
I want the beast in the light
You mean it, it's in your eyes
Saturation is my secret
Settle your senses by heart without feeling
Anyway, the owner
Kind and kind to us
White Sweatshirt