Текст песни Bad Orange - Альбом-сигареты

Album and cigarettes liven up my day
Together with you this winter jumping out of bed
Why do so many problems
No one can fly,
After all, and leave you I stay
with nothing

I started writing pictures,
who no one saw
including me myself

Sea rages behind the walls
which is not on the map
I jumped after him in the window

Your name on hand burns like a flame
This mystery in the diary
It was in mid-May

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A. Bonlakov