Текст песни Vincent T.uno - Это не вздох

I got up, washed, got dressed, bits on texts
Put in literally, your thoughts are arguing,
Songs of the Sweets, Summer Summer flew over the wind
Words are dressed and it is poor, honestly.

Casual actions, revenge or bowl
The third way is valid - the drop is canceled
On behalf of the Father, the elder. In dreams
In the name of good. The dream is still alive.

The chain seams lie on the scratches.
To be under the sticks of the view - Crosses,
Flowers carried, not change the end
The ways demolished, there is no excuse to despair

Coincidence or chance?
Same, but different sounds.
The reality of battle, you have grabbed for life
But they fell in the network of this scarlet "water"

Life is not a sigh that is bad in itself.
It does not pour off, but presses the syllable. Does not prescribe into the floor.
Does not give a moment lasting eternity, and he manits
Flutter, cry especially verse, because verse and tick