Текст песни песни Крис - Блокнот

I'll forget to pull out a notepad,
the urn fly all dreams.
propyl all happiness to the bottom will not forget those old and terrible pictures.

outdoors February,
knocking the windows, blowing snow.
and if we are not on the way through the blizzard of the heart,
it is better for us and did not share a bed.

among, empty glasses at night,
It left more than just empty of people.

rattle bells,
noise is silence,
and all eventually stir up the hill paints,
black light shines so brightly on me.

run, all the problems are further
But we see in the mirror itself.

and enter without ringing,
and call without tone,
and judge me not forgiving of such acts,
left to live here forever.

I'll forget to pull out a notepad,
but why, then, for me to write in it,
the urn fly all dreams.
pulled out all the sheets.