Текст песни Вольта - Фолк

pity me just so much
that it was not painful, was not visible.
at the edge of a ripped will -
cross and toe, wet backs.
you have - last fall:
leaves to the ground, people to the train.
and I have a pale story.
and from the window - a hangover sun light.
forget me just so much -
an unnamed chord of folk music ..
on the edge of torn pain
roles are handed out, we are without clothes.
along the river is the sail of hope.
drunken actors evil performances.
and wet drops on the cheek.
and from the window - a hangover sun light.