Текст песни гр.бутылка вина - где любовь

I put on a coat
I am taking into the microphone
all my time nothing
word crush rib

* * *

spend time searching
people themselves or the destination street
sun laughs in the slot
big coat and a brick wall

we are almost realized
anatomy of hands and hearts
it does not remain bare
when every step is a new end (as amended by the PVB:. fucked up)

we
you
Who
as

questions
Answer
mark
fool

stay
sound
Stretch
your hand

there is little heat
but except you

* * *

forgive
remember
keep
truth

avast
you're not there
you is not the one
you are not

where is Love
answer there
any
your question

where is Love
answer there

where is Love