Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Всё дело в том, что время Никогда не ложится Спать

It Hurts
Very painful , you hear
At the level of the heart, even slightly higher
And no
no forces
shout Out

It Hurts
Well, what do you
Hush - hush
More thirteen steps , and we're on the roof
I know you love
listen
And silent

It Hurts
This is too much
Decided , froze, not breathing , shortness of breath and still
The thing is that the time
Never lies
sleep

It Hurts
God, what a blessing
Fried in a pan in sunflower oil
You are surrounded by all , resistance is futile
Come out one by one
weapons surrender