Текст песни Наташа Гаджи - Ветка

I let you go
On the water wreath.
God's Mother Polyel
So as not to become an enemy.
Crows around
Above the designer of those days.
Be happy now with her.
I let you go
in the sky with a chick.
In young wings so that
poured a lead.
From the sky in the dirt face
I got myself.
Rolling sides.

Branch from wind swinging
does not work
to the beat.
Different people are found
and separated.
So
The world is arranged.

I gave myself
On the ground Pink.
His heart served
In the beacon field.
In the bowl with a wick
Dreams are flammable.
And on the wounds of my lei.

Thick strings are erased
And thinch
a thread.
Stupid people change
and manage
live
without each other.