Текст песни Ти дикий тип feat. Abro - Зимняя

Somewhere where it
Somewhere in the verses
Where pale faces
Living on a convex floor
Winters come with diseases
Summer of blinding
Where someone says warm hand
Not glass Answers
Where lips
Warmer dark blood
In the light of the night Phanar
Slowing seconds
I saw in those eyes tear strings
But I do not know
As far as the world was mad
Each judge
It is only by itself
It does not matter who, where and how
Who, how and where
Changes lives
When the snow sypitsya
And it is always present
His secret
Thoughts of the past tense demolish plans
Perhaps it is right
Maybe the way it should
Something to lose
And then to find the main
Somewhere inside
And call it unique
Warm country
Maybe our other side
They'll give you to understand
Who under the skin firm
Always someone trying to stay one
Spilling onto the particles
Like an hourglass
Looking ahead
Glass eyes froze
He saw
That would soon chill in the sands
But predictor of long ago cooled
And I forgive all who have been without power
All were released.