Текст песни white - Ни слова о мести

Dissolve in others as sugar in hot coffee,
Who drank in the morning ... poher obpek language.
And if nalazhal I hope God will forgive,
I remember as suffering from despair ..

Snow drew patterns on the windows, on me,
It closes a hundred pitfalls.
Wind breath looking into the soul,
In that emptiness he Hurricane swallow.

Breathe, you hear? Just breathe again cold,
It no longer gives me a holiday Coca-Cola,
And at 5 am not happy about the sleeping city,
When I am standing on the balcony with the cup of coffee.

And if someone to blame, it's yourself,
During echoes in my head that echoes ring,
But not a word about revenge, you need more action,
More than produced for the song.