риталити - нож сомелье - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

. Titals. - Sommelier's knife

I'm sorry, but the plays usually end so, smoke in a vintage sweater on the stairs going into the sky

We will meet each other with a dank autumn evening again, whip in the shade of mythical lady

After all, do not get off with fate in the palm of your hand, we are just a super Tim, a blizzard and a long -term cumin

So far, love is the motive for the gloom, and the smell of delicate skin interrupts the smooth ad rhythm

The algorithm is closed to the universe

To yourself like wax a candle warmly fire, the color of your eyes, this carbon magnet will destroy in an instant

And here are the first snowflakes with the reflection of the water surface begin to smoothly melt on the long -cut hands

While the next rune of the Sun climbs a battered sleeve on jackets, you have to take off

The street eats a monochrome night, where we at least mentally get away from here were not away at all

But the cable breaks, on the fracture of the cane, the dream is over and we are again apart, by the secret scraper in passing, we do not help us

Having crossed the features of the threshold, having entered the labyrinth of confusing roads, it is unlikely to find the way home

Where is the petal tea in the smoky kitchen and the games in calm, now a couple with the void, do not go away

How to guess when it ends for the years that is tormented by a simple one, we remain in the glasses of a sparkling blue

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