Текст песни Ира Ежова - Перебиты, Поломаны Крылья

Broken, broken wings
Gray pain his soul cramped
Cocaine silver dust
All my road covered with snow.

She came home very late
All relatives scolded me
I ruined young life,
I'm ruined, my mother, myself.

A lot of paint on the lips I would put
Rapture in the glass I found
All men I submit
Their lips were kissing me.

And now I have the soul of a ditch on the part of
But their fate I do not swear
But the fate of this I
Who is this self-fulfilling prophecy.

Changes in my life I was looking for
On the curve, I went to the track
And spring played a joke with me
Guess themselves friends.

You play, damn strings
Accelerate the melancholy and sadness
In relatives on their is no hope
And in less bored at will.

You play, damn strings
Accelerate the melancholy and sadness
In relatives on their is no hope
And in less bored at will.

And on this I finish a song
Do not judge me harshly
I'm still young girl
And my soul is full of sorrow.