Текст песни Swell - Я.Т.Т.

I have plenty of warm clothes , warmed to your place
When the kettle boiled , but cool in the harsh days of December .
And I'm lost in days , freezing of the printing press
Poems devoted to that which was not familiar

I'll longing

Among the cold desert nights after the rain ,
No sobs of emotion , without words - you can not be in another .
Love - known to suffer , have not sleep at night
And the one who wanted the life you choose to dedicate himself .

Swell 4/01/13