Текст песни Butch - Я выпускаю чувства на волю

There is no apparent reason
I'm sad, it seems , the fourth day .
Even your potseluy- bitter taste .
I know that all of this attack in the fall of the disease.

If you keep quiet , so do not be mad .
I can hear the sea in shells ears.
Beautiful and fragile as yellow leaf ,
Lying on the ground .
Somehow, easy on the soul .

I am releasing feelings at will.
You see , they fly to the south.
Swirling flock over his head
And suddenly disappear .

Will be winter, and I stand still ,
Once in the window looking at her.
Until I reach not enough hands .
Will only shout
My spell :

I am releasing feelings at will.
You see , they fly to the south.
Swirling flock over his head
And suddenly disappear

I am releasing feelings at will.
You see , they fly to the south.
Swirling flock over his head
And suddenly disappear

I am releasing feelings at will.
You see , they fly to the south.
Swirling flock over his head
And suddenly disappear