Текст песни Наташа Пташка - В минусе

This new day is also in the red
all your words are worth their weight in gold
You feel sorry for even minuscule
their negligible fraction
Smile at me with belonging
put on, my friend, with my grace
You can do it very easily
like no one else, in our world everything ...
Sprinkle rain on the hearts of the wasteland
Resurrect with a finger, the birds of my soul
Give her life for a day or two,
not empty, dry - habitable ...
Let my friend again and no more ...
As if there was no abyss-abyss,
indifference and silence ...
Yes ... and here's another, for love - I'm sorry ...