Текст песни ChipaChip - Лирика закрытых глаз

Chorus:
Take as it is this bustle
Moving further has long been spending a bustle
love, alas, no one draws here
Bright colors forgetting the beauty
(2 times)

1:
November hit in the soul
Here is gray in puddles.
Like cigarette cigarette
All attempts are burning better.
Rustle and light depression on a white sheet,
There is time to think
What can be done in general here.
Celestially closed views
knock out from a row
here they were all searched and not found
Here I am glad by a quiet dealer,
in life not as in a detective
Confused as were.
The rains did not pour everything everything - the ashes horizon,
Legs started somewhere and again access emitting.
Sand time, arrival knocks nervously with a pulse in the temple,
This rise is so high,
The meaning is the heat and a simple result.
Nervously runs on wires and current,
visible to someone in heaven and nobody burns
What will happen next and where is the lot
In the handpiece of the handy beep,
Dol in the eyes of frantic sense.

Chorus:
Take as it is this bustle
Moving further has long been spending a bustle
love, alas, no one draws here
Bright colors forgetting the beauty
(2 times)