Текст песни Другой Ветер - Точность

The boy made a face at a contented,
What rubbish starts under the skin.
Someone will say: & quot; & quot ;, Trifle
We all know - it is not.

My mother is waiting for the boy at the window,
The boy has already numb fingers.
His soul is flying to the east,
Do not return my son.

Ex: I open my eyes and see the shadow of the cities,
I litsezreyu all aspects of their dreams.
In which people are blind, they go there
And do not forgive, do not forgive never.
Yes!

Wicked stuff invented writing,
She has composed some dependency.
Either tomorrow, and whether yesterday ...
To hold on till the morning.

Ex: He opens his eyes and sees the blood of cities,
He sees all sides of their dreams.
In which people are blind, they go there
And do not forgive, do not forgive never.
Yes!

Ex: I open my eyes and see the death of cities
I litsezreyu all aspects of their dreams.
In which people are blind, they go there
And do not forgive, do not forgive never.

The blood froze in wounds,
The sky is torn bird wedge.
Wiping the dust in his pockets,
You go to the store.
Kind of familiar panorama,
Rana furiously itchy.
& quot; The guy how to hang in grams? & quot; -
Good uncle says.

You will die in absentia,
Just be alone.
Why such accuracy?
It is simply heroin