Текст песни Евгений Ларин - Новичёк на Тансполе

SUPEM

Will sentences?

Everything that burns

- She will not call.

British and washed

He looks down in a dumb fright.

The melody creates.

And delightfully rings

And someone cry, and someone's scream,

Lost sleep, the appetite is lost:

On the bumps of bloodied railing,

And the lips of the unknown granite!

I carry, and I will. I decided!

And return to return.

I woke your menacing anger,

She is like a faithful dog silent

You even come to me in a dream!

That everything will burn in that fireplace!

Only understand one thing -

The tall is slightly ringing.

Instant images of ether.

Up or down again?