Fike - Мало огня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Letters are torn to pieces, the saucers are beating for happiness, tears are pouring from happiness by those who are indifferent to them

To the thus burned from passion, the soul is opened

Blood flows through the wrists, because pain is not subject to pain

On the holiday, no one else believes, the doors clap loudly

You can’t live without hysteria, together in the same atmosphere

The power of the flame cannot be measured where the pains are lost

Not how to go in ourselves, no matter how we want

The angel is tired and will not get up to cry with the snow with melt

will not let the fire go

They need to pour us on the minimum

I have little and too few of it for

We are little-low-low-low fire

Hits, breaks and loads, love without unnecessary illusions

If there are no fragments not tied to the knot from phrases

But we will be forever connected with my muse

After all, we are one wave, let everything be heartily

When the bright sun rolls up

It will still be light for me

After all, with my unison my heart beats for who is always not enough fire.