Текст песни Lis - Мне воду пускать...

I let the water
il for the water to go
withered during the long time all the pages
I leave all the principles of one
and throw in the trash all their faces

I ache wash down with hot water
40 degrees in the concoctions ..
12 strokes to meet me one,
fantasy or as a tramp ..

And can someone invent !?
Ile walls give all the names! ??!
How to distribute a lot of debt ...
In doling out the feelings of the times ...

You first of all to give
the temperature in the cold evil ..
it does not matter whether I'll stay alive,
Do shed with hot tears ...

"All is well" -pishu I for some reason,
and the status of supplement empty words:
"Not me ..", but somewhere and with someone
And it seems to have gone all around the head ...

Not some degree of water
not from the cold and disease ..
Writers life, so sorry, but alone.
spinning and thirst somewhere for them.

The words are written in the same sweet,
Only the names of all inadvertently shift
and others have set dates smoothly ..
As a result, we are alone.

With regard to each other through the windows ..
Walking in the rain asking others
and themselves dream of joint flight
snow in the galaxy, dorogih- gold