Текст песни элли на маковом поле - тепло наших тел

I want to cry - cry
No one will feel sorry for you
All the trees rush at a gallop
All the trees rush to sing

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 Run by fools
Do not run away from problems
What we call the sun -
There is the warmth of our bodies .
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All doubt - all our past
The curd cloud
clothe anxious
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Take care of yourself from the darkness , like fire
Take care of yourself , how sweet would not call the forest
We will delay , we will perish
In this black resin
Our bodies turn to stone.
Stop submit haze
Stop submit haze