Текст песни LeanJe - Она

Part 1:
In the hands of turquoise camsole,
Before your eyes Sunset Sick Color Flashback Smell (Smell of Stone Plate)
The evil spirits danced and rotted the jaw. Breaking honests woken honesty.
He knows what I

Chorus:
He either did not paul in reservation
liters gave blood
Mithra gave me pain
again pouring all the fire
She is honesty and fire
My blood
she is eternal, she is with me
And the pain does not lead me after all I invisible
Give at least a day and not offend me
Somewhere dawn under strong port wine
In the picture where rivers in the fire I draw your baby portrait
Last minute frescoes in fire, dishonored cross
I do not believe myself after all me today
they are so sure that I am not a man
strings guitars got his head hard to breathe
The fireplace will absorb the pain of poems that threw her hands there
Drunk father asked me who I am? I am artificially sorry for me
again will help the taste of whistle

Chorus:
He either did not paul in reservation
liters gave blood
Mithra gave me pain
again pouring all the fire
She is honesty and fire
My blood
she is eternal, she is with me
And the pain does not lead me after all I invisible
Give at least a day and not offend me

Nearby walks pale quietly feeds the sky strongly
He was not long in the house where we are thin in the songs
I need a lot of time to shoot the Glock from the goal remember it
life is worth death, but not worth the money
My last badtrip ended in a room in consciousness
Life is a complex trigger in long games in reality
yes i'm sick friend and how many crowds rod rick me
And while people entrust you speaking - he can not, I see 12 monkeys without Kurse

someone will not affect
Someone will not close
Doors on locks and will not fly
A couple of minutes for fees
Joy and quarrels
and we tear the soul from the ground

My life is a wild three-handed clip of killed
I so want to go into the rhythm of the birds over the world fell in love with them
the topic will reveal the one who will open his eyes and see the sky
But, while my soul, the abandoned church in it remained faith, but there is no person

Chorus:
He either did not paul in reservation
liters gave blood
Mithra gave me pain
again pouring all the fire
She is honesty and fire
My blood
she is eternal, she is with me
And the pain does not lead me after all I invisible
Give at least a day and not offend me

I am so hard to breathe I close my eyes with my hands, but I see the fire chambers catalyst through stigmatics
In the gums, there are a couple of juicy grams in order to fly now, I am tired of preferring myself to be a faithful plan
Ironing your father's hands saying how hard I need to listen there do not cry i want to get into this loop
grief is worth living love is worth waiting for, but death is a matter of a few minutes