Текст песни стефания данилова - Молитва за тех, кто в дороге

While I'm shaking the train,
I drink a fit tea
I am writing a story about you,
I ask you -
Do not be bored.

The fortname is ajar. Thought of searching for fistulas.
Broken in the trash trough exhibiting, as if the shield,
I save you inside me, burning beacon.
Do not call by name, think the god of the news about whom,
Insert stones in your hand instead of your breads.
I am a storm in your glass, unproved love.
Refuse a kiss. Draw a hood -
With you, my allylujah, while I write about you.

Look at me as Martov Cats.
Your train flies from the slope,
And you will survive only.

Call me a rhymetmoplet - I will drink the Valokordin.
In a rapid plane
You will survive one.

Write excuses to sleep, sulking, as if his hedgehog.
The ship kisses the iceberg - you will get to the shore
from the depression of deep-water with a hospitable bottom,
Freefully all free.

I ask you
About one:

While I'm shaking the train,
Highlighting your
Let me, at least in the story,
stay with you together -

Iskra Golden Light, glare on a sword,
superimporing veto to leave with anything
Saving Capodist for Music - Az Wait!
Per Aspera Ad Astra -
Isn't my star?

And so that you conscience me
At least once he pressed to the shoulder.
You ask: what news?
And I?
And I will keep silent.