Текст песни taha - Кризис

The crisis of the fourth month
Thoughts were confused, rage
Four, we are not together
Every day in the calendar of the cross

The old photo albums
She took out, so - remember
Audio and Video
All views, do not forget anything.

And only I can be needed
soft toy bag
And when I cry again,
When you do not see the boy.

The crisis of the fourth month
Thoughts were confused, twirl
Three thought it was forgotten,
A covered me on the fourth.

She said already about albums,
I'm afraid to answer the phone
Hands tear themselves call
Under the pretext of something to ask.

And only I can be needed
soft toy bag
And when I cry again,
When you do not see the boy.

09.02.2007.
(C) taha 2012