Текст песни Патроничі - Хвора уява

Words, words, words, words
What are harder on the knife
Limit, limit, limit, limit
From which tracks already there

Winter, winter, winter, winter
She hath killed the summer
She said that would not
And the case is closed

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My sick imagination builds worlds
A world where not cry
Worlds kindness
And I just open your eyes
Around me only war

No, no, no, no
And soon more will
Until coming to power
Headless men
Soul, soul, soul, soul
So eager home
Choose one's left
Do dot or comma

All controls supreme Betrayal
Not that bad, but steal Council
People on knees
She smiles
When we live better?
The question is not considered

Chorus