Текст песни Семь Вопросов - 07. Когда ты найдешь меня

When you find me
I lose my keys
From the house-his house
Do not lodge silent.
Or tell us about
Do you love him
I'm tired just a little bit
Ebicheskaya force
I pockets
And gone Lighter
It was just stupid-stupid funny
How do I feel sorry for
When I am writing squares
About remnants of feelings
Or maybe just relax
Venice, damn, Cyprus
And you take those hands
Slowly, playfully
As you remember, ha, while
It started pretty
As you remember, ha, while
We are burning through routine
And holidays, ha
Do not drive if
On the walls of dusty
Cheap paintings
They are close to you
As shop windows
As the doors of boutiques
Porsto You remember, do not think
presses stronger
Dust sdunu

And you look for me
Allow the pieces and skleesh
I know that she studied
That you are able to
And write to me on a sheet
About who I am
I have come in handy these lines
To be yourself
And you look for me
Allow the pieces and skleesh
I know that she studied
That you are able to
And write to me on a sheet
About who I am
I will remember you
And about a Coy

When you find me and finally razbudesh
I'm going to cry, laugh
Do not you dare, you will not
Lit, offering me
Fall Season
forgotten native
In February dropped
And the pictures in September
I paint on autumn
It's stupid, probably
But the other not be able to
All mixed up in my head
I dont believe anyone
And myself ... heh
Having escaped the clouds from time problems
City walls
Slide on the minor roll
And I expect having hidden
The faded colors
In spite of this world
Sickening, cautiously
I look forward to having hidden
breath away
That when the repeat
His first recognition
And I would be just an excuse
I'm still young
I want to present heat
And to close the cold

And you look for me
Allow the pieces and skleesh
I know that she studied
That you are able to
And write to me on a sheet
About who I am
I have come in handy these lines
To be yourself
And you look for me
Allow the pieces and skleesh
I know that she studied
That you are able to
And write to me on a sheet
About who I am
I will remember you
And about a Coy