Текст песни минус 20 - Останься

stars fall, but I found my
where I got my comfort
and shelter where the tashchi fragments from the flame
Print put weighing they red zanish
Iyan left, I will remember your bright look
Cool wine glass filled with your poison
I know that my wines are now with words take it
I go for the flow of wild on the shores of the river and the ice
what melts on the way my go to the top is not quiet with a cry
Bowl of tears of yours when I wrote in verses by mig
hanging clouds and adding their heat
I do not want to torment you and not so see
needles, witnessing life, reminding not to notic
these do not play a friend picks up in order to plunge in it
it's like a path of the restares, I'm starting to Lish from him
And from him, starting without too much I write about me for her

chorus,
And the light goes out, and the snow fell on the head
and we did not have a cold
And your voice is closer to hear it
I want to feel like you smoothly Dishish