Текст песни Kos - Ночь, огни, лежим, молчим...

In the soul sits boa
He presses on me bitch ...
I would have given you all,
Would be just next schyas
near you ...

I'm sure you'd saved me
And not let die ...
Your eyes will kill boa
sting like a ...

Winter oboem we squeezed heat ...
And instead of snow I've got a black ...
You know, I never expected the fire,
But you lit me,
and I'll arrange stealing hearts ...

I can show you how to catch the soul,
but already there to decide for itself,
Will you be with me in the morning to eat ...
I schyas drier and stops,
but not stop the glaciers to melt ...

On the pocket beggar,
we're not far ...
Count up, you could be mine,
and I yours ..
On the pocket beggar,
we're in the area ... Estimate, night, lights,
lie, silent ...