Текст песни Ветерок - Мягкостенно

Unknown iron posts
In rains from which
Squeezing eyebrows
The clock was wone.
He is leuting well
Daulior roads
With him a party
Your predetermined boring dance
Dance gods.

In the reflections of grinding iron
And whispers of the parties
Steps were mischli
For insignificance of steps.
Words, thoughts, songs
In the same fate
Call ready.
And passing in a rush day
Hardly important water
Barely moisture
Pre-Owned weather
As alms see dreams,
So take years.
And rust those shadow of a grooming day
As under the law
Dimensively covers.
I am a Milk, I'm mock, I'm regiment!
I'm small with steps.

And as if squeezing in the hands of the rust,
Hold down
Do not turn everything into mold ...
Oh, why am I cheerful?!