Текст песни Ri Dant - Спрут

Swallow the bitch, my tears
And silence falls to his knees.
The crystal vase roses drooped,
Anticipating a fiery oblivion.

Come on, again. Again. At that time.
Herbs are. Davie, Davie my mind.
When between the hundreds of thousands of colorful phrases
You did not see one - my confession.

I have not slept that night in a row.
I gasped in days, I was confused at sunset.
I'm sure, just do not forget your eyes,
His looking at dreams come reality,
The upholstered with black felt wards.

Swallow the bitch, the tears that run.
Remained the same. I did not think and did not believe.
I feel better. Happiness slippery octopus
Ringed. You stand on your knees.