Текст песни Иван Силва - Мой дом

Then your hand is warmer Mamina was,
In the eyes darkly, although the light paid it properly,
I got up to the windowsill without wing,
But I was sure that we will refuse.

Suicide is not called for holidays.
I am Tamada on them. I will give everything for the world in your house.
In my madness, and you are the universe.
And the plaster is a white face for some reason you are mazed.

I put you on the night, do not be afraid,
Blastness is unacceptable, because you are a deity.
Mute pulls the lips, the voice will not return,
And I'm still waiting for you, everything is in the same house.

I'm five straps of vertical put,
Five in the horizon, as well as five in diagonal,
Hand of a teenager squeezing my wrist
Eyes there and here, but there are no meaning to catch up.

My crazy house. You are in it the universe.
But I lost you all the veins.
Figure "Nastya" on the left wrist.
On the right just a barcode, do not relax, Vicknie.