Текст песни Сатана Печет Блины - Вишневый Блейзер

correspondence page count this nonsense
Why always I like you prefer
only your voice heard , I almost melt like snow
you rvёsh my strings but those whom no guitar

instead of a heart black hole black
the wind in my head is buzzing about anything but I
I keep longing for you to come
shout tear throw the empty ceiling , Stand

wait do not go
let's at least good-bye
under the ceiling constellations
you sit with you a little bit
with you a little sit together
dopёm cherry blazer