Текст песни Урожай - Сточенные углы

of waiting charter
day-to-day lives without changing their Heads
I watched how everything turns to dust
no confidence in words
feet paced the tables
Do not trust white stripes
outside votes
and that as burdock confused strangers instructions in your hair
But do not confuse me with him
I'm somewhere in the autumn wind is lost in this atmosphere
hang on the neck of a bunch of cheap bizhyutery
ears stories from which you are rich sources
while the others are divided into pieces
well, I do all right I do not need
and I do not wordy but rather multifaceted
Stoch I ask these angles saber