Текст песни Буч - Butch - Чувства на волю

There is no apparent reason
   I'm sad, it seems, the fourth day.
   Even your potseluy- bitter taste.
   I know that all of this attack in the fall of the disease.
    
   If you keep quiet, so do not be mad.
   I can hear the sea in shells ears.
   Beautiful and fragile as yellow leaf,
   Lying on the ground.
   Somehow, easy on the soul.
    
   I am releasing feelings at will.
   You see, they fly to the south.
   Swirling flock over his head
   And suddenly disappear.
    
   Will be winter, and I stand still,
   Once in the window looking at her.
   Until I reach not enough hands.
   Will only shout
   My spell:
    
   I am releasing feelings at will.
   You see, they fly to the south.
   Swirling flock over his head
   And suddenly disappear
    
   I am releasing feelings at will.
   You see, they fly to the south.
   Swirling flock over his head
   And suddenly disappear
    
   I am releasing feelings at will.
   You see, they fly to the south.
   Swirling flock over his head
   And suddenly disappear