Текст песни Bahroma - Вірш

I create my own poem from my own feelings
Under the pressure of hours, under the influence of substances
Given the pressure, measuring the heart rate
With the sadness of small towns I see every movement
I hear every sound and remember everything
Under pressure of hours, under pressure of ...

You don't have to be alone at night, you have sharp shoulders on your own
you don't have to be alone one night, your sharp shoulders are tight ...

For you, the whole world, in a row,
As you feel, so do the phrases.
Given the pressure, measuring the heart rate
Under pressure of hours, under pressure