Смит - Белеберда - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'll go to the door with a trembling voice

I will remember attempts to rude to you, because all the wine is still on me, but I don't think so

What blinded from me, now the wind does not make the wind filling the whole room with cold

And our buries remembers the city and since I am not a robot, I will be timid in parting, so that you feel how I breathe, what I'm writing about, what is your value

Pride in place, I myself are honest, I want to get drunk incredibly, but ...

I'll stop, look, smile, you will be funny to wheezing, you're cheap in your voice

Where I found you, I'll leave you

And your show all covered with a veil fades

Good luck to e-shutters and Bentley

Eat from a spoon, because life does not feed without answer

Raven rejoice on both sides, it is a pity that the story is not so terribly and difficult, so that disputes there to find me in the cemetery

My luck will also send everything to hell in a whisper.

I'll go to the door with a trembling voice

I will remember attempts to rude to you, because all the wine is still on me, but I don't think so

What blinded from me, now the wind does not make the wind filling the whole room with cold

And our buries remembers the city and since I am not a robot, I will be timid in parting, so that you feel how I breathe, what I'm writing about, what is your value