Alya djey - trs - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A dark room. The city is sleeping. It is no longer visible on the plane of old pits.

Everything is bad for you, you are full of insults, and I appear in the world of negativity and anger.

You are trying to hide me, hide. Washing with mascara from the face.

But you know .. I don’t feel a bit of a bit, because I will still pick up the key to your eyes.

Just believe me, do not care that Moscow does not believe, even its boulevards are unlikely to be able to replace your hearth at home.

It's cold there .. and I will warm. Although my help is poured out by salt on your sadness.

You will curse your life again

And it seems not to be a nurse,

You shout your pain "roll"

And I am not pain, but rolled up again.

I will become your native warmth for you,

And you know, the tariff is not important to me

But you leave me for later, so, so:

You will not show offense.

Your world consists of bumps and angles

And we need to smooth them out

You hide me under the seventh castle.

But I know where to go

Bad powder, look

Nothing should be disturbed by a look.

Everything is fine, because you are full of love

And in the world of tenderness and harmony I appear.

You give me will, and I pour all your joy with a stream of feelings.

Don `t doubt. I will fly very soon, but do not worry, because I still have much left.

We will open the insight.

I am the result of your pain, but I am your warmth, I am a concentrate that it does not allow to fall asleep, but besides this I am associated with the best moments, although not God is by no means.

Sometimes I catch you thought that it would be better without me, seriously.

Sometimes so much can only depend on ordinary mucus. After all, I am your tears.