Текст песни V. O. B. - ТЧК

"STOP"

Tip over the vase on the floor,
Flying splinters of old grudges,
It will be painful to believe,
I'm waiting, I'm seeing ...

Let the snow does not fly,
And do not shine lights
Let written in the book
only four words,

You're better than I found for myself,
Save me from agonizing pain.
I pray, go away,
I beg to dream enough.

I do not have enough and parts of ourselves,
Air cliff face.
It took me exactly one year ...
To fill in the blank page,
for myself....

Do not look for me in coffee shops,
In small restaurants
And the street is enough to look at people,
And try to see me.

All that was gone,
All was ashes
That is why I came to you,
So fade ...
So fade ...