Текст песни Animal ДжаZ - Родная

Sleep, my dear, the pain keeping
Too much for me
Too much for the fire
Gasping for breath, falling

We went on the night
Leaving behind him
Ischёrkannoe bottom
Window
As the centuries
We have recovered the love
But we get sick again, and again

Who is knocking on the door of my
Too loud for rain
Too late for September
For you only

And you were in the spring
Happy and young
Free from the shackles and dreams
I remember you so
Everything else is closed
On the steel lock, and OK

Dot, again there is no one for us
Nothing firmly around the appointed hour
And everyone knows that to each his own
One burns, and it heats the ice
Run my own, hand over her mouth shut
You do not know anything

Soul as the battlefield
Funnels, piles of bodies
And poisonous haze
Ash
And the wounds as before whine
Although the year has flown so
As you died
Died