Текст песни Alexandra Fogel - Чистый лист бумаги

Everything returned to normal,
I blame all the same.
The past does not return,
but it is the memory burns us.
We have opened a blank sheet of paper!

There will come a bitter cold,
Winter snow buried a sad,
It will bring magical, wondrous rush.
Write a new story on the white sheets
All the better abstraction in our eyes!

Strangely, all the same thoughts devour
At night sleep away from you.
From all hide behind a smile,
tightness in the chest.
And the sparkle in your eyes sgasaet.

I put everything in the present,
come what may
I choke, or ROV from a non-income
Outside of breathing!
Keep silent, smiling shaking your hand!

Delusion is not, and therefore trust his heart.
It is always so low blows, but it can shake the roof.
What he will not notice it, global warming.
And it is not mascara, you poison alcohol,
and wilderness bitter nicotine.
This is not the happiness of the shackles of heavy!

/ Alexander Vogel, 11.11.14 /