Текст песни dobbro - сардиния

It's not my business at all
there is magic, no magic, whether cats eating midges,
Who has a ghost version of the face,
My case - how else to write
"Each line must be added to the end," it seems so bothered a stillborn classic
You did not sink, there was always water in your lungs, the fish beat the tails when you smoked, made cough red
It was easily hard, but later
A man from the busiest squares saved them.
Here, in the conditional units of rooms, with the outwards of the walls of wall overlap,
Damaged mucosa wallpaper, semi-steamed food, we barely fasten reality
"there is nothing"
there is nothing
there is nothing
Harry says that he died not in vain says
that he did not die at all
And I do not know what to answer you
And I do not understand why you, Harry, you can't retrain from ghosts
In some consciousness, I will give a piece of memory Harry I will give
my legs are shaking when I hear the voice recorder of your voice where we laughed we were able to and I still told me about my plans and you had a good blow and honest thoughts where the line of your overax where
I promise Harry I will do what you could do if it were not for these fish I since childhood I hated them now somewhere there eternal water I'm not hard for me and you're not easily knowing I was strange after that Pir instead of the plague went drunk and abandoned her and she came running and sang me and pretended that she loved these carved years from you left the page where you are offered to play a fun farm
it will be summer i will come and put this fucking friday which you loved so much and whose smoke we loved together he even got under the skin i show you
I will soon come truth back wait