Текст песни nikemat - вечер в крыму

Evening in the Crimea, the mice in the corners
I exhausted my week's supply of heat
the southern night afraid to look up
My North me as inspiration

absence of eyes on your face
dancing on the wall of a tiny shadow of a match
I you have a favorite catch up
I ditch communication and breaking the habit
I probably could get away with you
throwing throat span windows,
but the gate parallel to the strip of white shirt
on the swollen neck is so black ...

evening in Crimea, mice in the corners
I exhausted my week's supply of heat
the southern night afraid to look up
My North me as inspiration

absence of eyes on your face
dancing on the wall of a tiny shadow of a match
I you have a favorite catch up
I ditch communication and breaking the habit
I probably could get away with you
throwing throat span window
but the gate parallel to the strip of white shirt
on the swollen neck so she is black