Текст песни 21 - склеены скотчем

Our souls are scotching
We burn it like cattle.
Our blood is not very,
The rattling mixture does not like lights.

We said each other once,
What do not love the sweetness of honey,
The smell of coffee and taste cocaine ...
Earth attraction is impossible,
Attraction to each other - quite ...

Our souls baked scotch
Someone thought, even knew, but silent.
And stubbornly expressing so the sky
We forgot that the synoptic rain came out.

We said each other once,
What do not love the sweetness of honey,
The smell of coffee and taste cocaine ...
Earth attraction is impossible,
Attraction to each other - quite ...

Our souls are scotching.
But how much is the moon enough?
And motok checking for strength
We have repeatedly shot down the shoelaces.

We said each other once,
What do not love the sweetness of honey,
The smell of coffee and taste cocaine ...
Earth attraction is impossible,
Attraction to each other - quite ...