Текст песни Никита Мехов - petals

She's the angel on top of the tree
Sugarheart here she comes
She's going to fall on me

Innocence was a fire
We told the truth
I miss the sweet girls in the summer of their youth

Tear the petals out of you
Make you tell the truth

They will make you so
So cynical
The fire burns the flesh
Destroyed the best and made us old

She's the grace of this world
She's too pure
For the likes of this world
This world is a whore