Текст песни EA7 - BearCry - Суматоха

Chorus:
Turmoil, sum-mud house
Komom in my throat, but I'm in love with this city
And the soul is broken, like a pellery smoke
I will leave the house and monotonously along the palms of water

1 verse:
Old sleeping courtyard
Sleepy-sleepy house
Light beyond the horizon
And palm in the palm,
Days how to roll the field
With her in bed impaired
I probably too sick,
Dehydrated, larger,
And I have long scored on the fact that
Too mercile
Too much
Too sick, like a cover,
But your essence is not needed,
A bunch of fate, but not alone
Clearness near the bottom.
I like bringing from
Litted sleep!
The road will be fastened, but I will not go through it
As if flaming, melting ice in hell,
And there was not borrow, such beaten stories,
Ordinary phantasmagories on the monitor ...

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2 verse:
And we all people we are thin,
On gray-gray concrete but
For the plinth, no one will bury me
Wagons ride on rails,
That takes only hopeful
Not to the end, not breathing
No longer burn ...


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