Текст песни Вольта - Колючая

Barbed
Words and Music - Elena Belobrov (C)

Pipe is drawn: there is no smoke, everything went into the fire.
One hundred fifteen cigarettes at lunch will not melt ice.
One hundred fifteen watchmen on jokes at heroes,
Quickly leave, sorce your plane.
cracked out of the fence, quietly ask:
Is this boy not a soldier? The soldier would be beautiful.
He would have won the war, as a dispute on the pennies
For the dark corner of your soul.
What do I do. What do I do.
that in the morning - the river from the ceiling,
At night - music, so ineptly.
What do I do. What do I do.
What do I care about your lack of sleep
For the presence of your body.
I love your eyes. I'm still for.
Last ships for a long row.
Maybe these letters lie, but when they die,
You want to save it.
What do I do. What do I do.
that in the morning - the river from the ceiling,
At night - music, so tired.
What do I do. What do I do.
What do I care about your lack of sleep
For the presence of your body.
You know, music is such a science -
You need to know where to harvest, to enhance sound
choose the right heart, and give him
Give him, give him, give him, give ...
I know, will not be. I know there will not be little.
We are good people, we can forget about everything.