Текст песни Наобум - Горе

Run in the windows like a cat per bird
Swelling blizzard in my soul in my light
I scatter the last salt of salt
I know will be grief, it will be grief

But the evening will remember me
When with me alone will remain the last sun ray
Breaks because of clouds

I will throw a new day a last joke
Such a joke promises a communal jacket
Why the war, in me, so lack blood
I know will be grief, it will be grief

Let my paper sheet cry from despair
More advantage of tightening your belt
What a difficult life is the endless field
I know will be grief, it will be grief

Run in the windows like a cat per bird
Run in the windows like a cat per bird
Run in the windows like a cat per bird
Run in the windows like a cat per bird