Текст песни Tresk Strock - На дне

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My nerves are on edge
Seven days a week.
I am the ashes of loss
I smolder slowly in the darkness
Empty house, we are not ...

Counting the days, no matter what pole, we are so painfully
We couldn't work with you, although they saw something different.
The night will leave us in different stages of the phase,
The most correct thing will be only one thing and that is to give up.
Climbing up, we still managed, do you hear?
The spans of my fingers, so that yours are there
No matter what they tell us, the world was created for both of us!
And the air is fresh, and new notes of hope ...