Текст песни Che mode dance - Посуда-блюз

It is only the wind
In your head
Scolding me cold ...
Oh th ...

And deliver salt
Of all the barely healed wounds
On the ruins of broken dishes.
Na-na-na-na ...

Chorus:
Fortunately! - Holla
I do not hear the phrase,
Those that follow after the offense.

Only when the wind dies down,
We'll find. Us. Two.

But again, the storm,
Raining Again -
Flooded the night hug.
Banks out

Rivers quarrels. My lifeline
I'll leave you. And go to the bottom.
By collecting the crumbs, to patch the nerves:
When beating dishes need to be superstitious!

P .:
Fortunately! - Holla
I do not hear the phrase,
Those that follow after the offense.

Only when the wind dies down,
We'll find. Us. Two.