Текст песни жабокрик - Твій голос

your voice
your voice now, I dream
from him to hide so
how to hide from the sun pupil.

holos.tviy your voice is killing me
breaks / seizures / whipped / zzheraye
your voice.

and how much it enlightenment!
your voice - my madness

I would have given anything to go crazy every day (as is this bullshit)
one reason why, when I ear you whispered affectionate letters.
one reason why, when I sterlosya all: people / memories / days
only one remained hell. your voice. My paranoia.

your voice.
last hear that. the first thing I hear.
when wake up / vdyahayus / travel
When talking with some assholes,
Mondays when Misha Tuesday.
ultimately winter with summer mix.
and hear when you go to sleep.

and you even hear the midst of silence
and hear you in the unwritten poems
and hear you in the simple Strangers
and even long-forgotten lover

your voice certainly kill me.
but if he had not I?
who knows.

who knows
that would be me if you
vzriv not like neither of which could not be found
niskilechky happiness niskilechky sun
have not seen the will and red hair

Who knows what would
perhaps nothing
maybe I would not have believed a word
perhaps nothing about the soul would not know
may be every night you would not expect
I might have run out of power.
and most likely I would simply not lived.

I would have died just from what you
I gave voice to find.

so let your voice is always I dream
let him deceive prayer nun
because it is ever in my life:
your voice at me.
your voice at me.

March, 2014
Zhabokryk