Текст песни стефания данилова - Летом крошат снег

Here is a man
It is growing slowly upwards.
Adds designer.
Then the word.
Learn.
Be not want
one of them all.

But, like everyone else,
He wants to believe and kissing
someone's favorite lip
in a half-empty
cinema, with titles par.
To understand for themselves what Tolstoy wrote.
The session was to pass.
Breath hold equal.

He grows.
Pokes into the sky
faded crown.
Sadness and drinks.
He knows that "against" does not turn into a "for"
and life - is iodine,
instead of milk and honey.

Will open a pack of teeth
(Fourth Kent)
and gather together the puzzle in the brain.
He opened the truth
at the moment:
if in Sims,
God plays in us.

Only one optical mouse click -
He was a man,
and this person does not have.
God has some very calm face.
Look out of the window:
there is summer,
crumble and snow.

08/01/2013