би-2 - над пропастью во ржи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We run in the dark, not everyone can get out of the forest. In the hands of emerald, magic stones are not exactly lying. The trail near the river, on the bottom there is no stars, the shores are high. The rest of the storing, goes against me. Forgive you, I do it, so that the whole of the particles! Thyme, sage, night grass smells of sharp. Narvi their handy, until the Earth lasted through. Bens at random. Fresh stigmate compounds. Back can not. And it means - everyone for himself! Forgive you, I do it, so that the whole of the particles! Life is a fabulous sleep, colored stained glass windows. Lined the house over the abyss of rye. At night and the day does not go out in the windows light, but there is no other road through the forest! Life is a fabulous sleep, colored stained glass windows. Lined the house over the abyss of rye. At night and the day does not go out in the windows light, but there is no other road through the forest!