Текст песни Город N - Гобой

& quot; Oboe & quot;

Oboe, we're hopelessness.
I eat your sweet pain.
The sky is crying a child, when we are strict.
Very homely gonna become.
Restore to me the time
I will read the inscription on the stone.
Pray my time
Standing ...

Ex .:
Was braid to her waist
I breastfeed land.
Now, currently in the eye
Herself Tablet leaders.
I curled up at the feet of a lion night
Before servility with me.
And I do it as blackbirds
Do you hear my old oboe?

My God is not a concierge, and Doorman
He does not remember the person, do not say where they are now.
Celebration, the eternal actor,
But getting out of the skin, remember the supreme goal.
Life has its sticky cement
He lived as he was, but went to the bottom of the stone.
So bang in the sky and wait for the right moment?
Sounds, sounds ...