Текст песни Тёплая трасса - Скрип

Scrape otkryvaemh eyes
On hinges love
Before the release of death
Black Moon, defenseless moon ....
And I, I look at the sunset
Brilliant games
On the cut pipes
This pores. Merry pores ...
Again, right in my face wind drives foliage
My unwanted days in my Burned forest ...
Of all my shadow is again singing in the darkness
And I Feel the blood, caught it on the fly ...

Scrape devastated crowd
In the field of secret fights
For the right bald heights
My unspoken words, and untold dreams ...
And I, I look at the sunrise
These black colors
If the loop outlets
Flying chicks blind his sight ...

Once again, the snow up in the morning and open the creaking door
And the sound of the last hours of the day on the roof of my ...
And the middle of the chest pressure tear people
But the light is extinguished moon passes somewhere Levey ..
Somewhere Levey ...