Текст песни Grungie - Завела

Tightly knot tied
To tolerate himself punished
No rigorous vacuum.
Not a matter of course grief.
Crossed the father and mother,
Said: "Be careful."
The trail led through the forest.
Browsed to the left of the face
And on the right, the angel laughed.
Oh, rejoice early.
Words did not forget the Father,
But it stumbled through a step.

Where, the path you are sweet
Where did you start?
Winding you are mine where
Me, Mila, started?
Where, tropyushka, where,
Mila, did you led me?
Where and where to me
My Mila, started?

Three years went through the forests.
Where did you get it - I did not understand myself.
Bared water to cool.
Other skies here,
But the same Duma and
Self-destruction on faces.
And silence behind the back.
And there is no hope of being.
The dream is planted on the count.
Rugged demon by shoulder -
Now it's not for him
And the angel was quietly crushed.

Where, the path you are sweet
Where did you start?
Winding you are mine where
Me, Mila, started?
Where, tropyushka, where,
Mila, did you led me?
Where and where to me
My Mila, started?