Текст песни Владимир Хохлов - 20. Холодно

Coldly…
God, as we are cold.
Our souls are hungry,
And hard to fly.

We are Young…
Oh God, how we are young.
And our lives are short.
We want to say.

P-W.:
Give a hungry piece of bread.
Give insanely understand the sky.
Give the might of happiness unhappy.
My heart rushes on the part.
My heart rushes on the part.

Let me know if difficult to you.
Let me know if you need to help.
Let me know if you are in trouble.
Let me know, and I will be with you.

Brothers in Spirit, take hands.
In a closed circle, joy and flour.
Let candles burn - they are soul.
Each of us, the Lord is lazy.

Ozb ...
Yes, where is my bullet in the forehead.
To calm down
And stop looking for.

Read,
All that has long been written.
And everything seems to be said.
We want to shout.

P-W.:
Give a hungry piece of bread.
Give insanely understand the sky.
Give the might of happiness unhappy.
My heart rushes on the part.
My heart rushes on the part.
Heart ... breaks ... on the part!