Текст песни Петраченко Екатерина - Мыши

Mice

The house is cold in the house laugh, the house mouse appeared.
 I'm sad and ridiculous that no one hears me.
 Switch off your phone, who will want to - to get through.
 Visit mice at the table. The house is the whisper of dissolved ...
 I know: it all about me a long time ago known.
 But remember about the past, we are not interested.
 They can cut the cake and pour a cup of tea,
 Well, if nakrichit, they always forgive.

I do not know why the house itself invited them.
 And where I come from power after the troubles.
 I used long ago to this sweet, gray spots.
 I chased away, but they ask me back.
 Beach all that is, the world bit by bit collecting.
 Through the pain and in a delirium after all still alive.
 Early in the morning I wake up, well, white-mouse.
 And left to finish singing all night, did not have time.

Mice - gray dust, the melancholy in the everyday life begin to spin.
 Mice - fiction and true story, incomprehensible music is heard.

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