Текст песни Mozart L'opera Rock - Six Pieds Sous Terre rus

To what our dispute,
A series of quarrels,
Tomorrow, suddenly goes off and away.

About how annoying you,
Always your words are empty.
On on on on on

And looking in your mirror,
You're in no reflections.
On on on on on

To what our dispute,
A series of quarrels,
Tomorrow, suddenly goes off and away.

Play with people's feelings,
But just lying to myself.
On on on on on

The moral of your ridiculous to tears,
Well, take a step and fall.
On on on on on

To what our dispute,
A series of quarrels,
Tomorrow, suddenly goes off and away.

As time goes by, what awaits us?
The road ahead, which will lead?
I know myself how words hurt
For this simple ....

hurry time, do not stop
To you fear I belonged
Forget about that and the world comes to us
I forgive you ...

To what our dispute,
A series of quarrels,
Tomorrow, suddenly goes off and away.
On on on on on