Текст песни Зоя Быстрякова - Исповедь

Confession

The road is straight
So much water, mom
As if not live
No continuation
Mama.
You see everything, you know.
Forest path?
Vtottannaya banner
There is nothing to be proud of
Mama.

A dream in reality.
Life raise.
Smoke without fire.
Tears in the throat com.
VD Bosik
I am without me.

From the meeting of the welcome
Right on the soul of the wound,
Pain in the kolas of scars,
Tears are not treated
Mama.
The pride of the ashes came out,
Shivering in the hands of unnecessary.
Smoke not to return mom,
In the voice of the bitch
heard.

A dream in reality.
Life raise.
Smoke without fire.
Tears in the throat com.
VD Bosik
I am without me.

Sleeping ring
Soul poshit.
The evil is lit autumn,
Spring asks hope.
The stone is Zlato,
Brilliant to blame
Forces did not calculate
Dowrs, Mom,
few.

A dream in reality.
Life raise.
Smoke without fire.
Tears in the throat com.
VD Bosik
I am without me.
I am without me

05.2015