Текст песни Ваша - Гуляют

My migraines do not sleep at night,
Do not sleep, and in the light of a bright day.
They sing, exposing wounds.
They sing, killing me.

My hopes are walking in the field,
where the wind shakes the grass and flax
My hopes are dreaming of will,
the fact that someone they love has been

My eyes were drowned in the city where the mountain
And the fire burns immense
My eyes do not have enough space,
that someone had saved them

My hopes are walking in the field,
where the wind shakes the grass and flax
My hopes are dreaming of will,
the fact that someone they love has been

And in me, as in the mad rhymes are born
And syllables run neupravnoy line
And me, as a free-born myths
Song terms moan escapes

My hopes are walking in the field,
where the wind shakes the grass and flax
My hopes are dreaming of will,
the fact that someone they love has been