Текст песни Flinn - Предчувствие

I fall into the pit of everyday life
Drawing up sliding along the shiny walls
Forgetting about the sophistication of tenderness
Make sure in the absence of here shades

It's hard to keep the balance being on the verge
Squeezing hysterical sick notes
Convulsively grab the peace of people
But still falling out, because no one is against

Premonition of the fact that something should happen
Squeezes throat pushing to the hell
Perhaps long need to start treated
But now it looks late, I will not return