гр. Бекхан - Вальс - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Blue horses rushed across the white field. The claw bear under the throat tied the cow. In order not to jinx it - the signs are shut down. The crazy old man told me about signs. Like it, but the dashing chase will overtake, life will leave life on the move of the trigger, the cold and the heat will decorate the picture of agony, the light will not wait for the answer to the eye pupil.

I’m not afraid of death, but I’m not in a hurry - we still circle with it, we circle.

Everything for later, but for now, only a white field with a frame of paper jokingly outlined my century. Clutching my hand to the crunch, frantic pain, the crown - man drag me into life. Somehow I don’t like what you are and what you call here, how they shared that evil and what will be good. I decided to look bright colors in a turn - a compressed hand with a grin is taken on a break.

Woe doesn’t matter, the pain is not forever - we still circle it, we circle ..

Someone is upstairs, but someone like a lead on the flow. There are still those who will never take off. Let your hand and, perhaps, find FTO that someday they will forgive you disinterestedly.

Woe doesn’t matter, the pain is not forever - we still circle it, we circle ...