Текст песни edDyTRU - Тлеет на пальцах.

I am not a lover of galleries, other people's thoughts do not warm
April smolders on the fingers, I don't believe the other months
It will do it all to me like all my life behind a closed door
Knowing the right answer, I'm afraid to open and fall from a height
Ambassador pain Lord of all commas
Not a lover of dots all the other on the bits
I pour with incoherent delirium sorry I can't become another
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Exhausted to the floor
In April, pouring a stream
Bend between lines of delicate words
Did not take the evil of evil in yourself, but this is mine
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Firefly against the background of the sun
Burn, but not burn, in a sea of dim emotions
Whisper the sherche la fam if you need to return
So that my song of life where I do not know all the notes myself
When winter is strangled, I try to breathe spring
I got out of leather, she still rotted fright
only give mirrors this life did not really give anything
But you get down let's get it