рен - а небо бы подарило - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And the sky would give you the cleanest cloud, it is far far away, only if you have time to sew the savvy wounds from incomprehensibly abandoned cigarette butts.

We decorously tear the dress according to a pre -prepared scenario, hiding behind newspapers with false headlines and naughtyly dancing letters, another imaginarium.

The bottles of something strong from the hands in the mouth, from the mouth in the corners, in deck, the cracks flickered in them without unnecessary gaped verbs and verbal battles.

Hands that were blue in the tubes and hundreds of cruel guns, not people, are not awkwardly seeping up.

In the hidden dry annotations there is no more soul, only a curved ridge - no, not the mountains - keeps the remnants of its former greatness.

Cash, cured, tortured carcasses, we fight against the crunch of darkened mirrors, and the cage is empty with the corners of the eyes.