stil - Стих пятый - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This is life ... This is life, timid hands touched the breath hear the palms, in the small world of the soul, the fire flares from the crumbs, happy thoughts in the heart will cover the soul flame about the only mother, but some of them destroyed everything. In the bloody puddle lies, and the daughter pressed closer after all, nobody heard a swinging cry or all the ears closed when she was killed, all the bitches were fled, when she was catching up. Throwing off the wolf sneezing decided by the sidron, then finished laughing, the kicking body, and the daughter shouted to help, called the human imagine. Mother cried in the rain and prayed to God, her mouth closed with a blow throwing in the dirt like a kitten, he really coped with her mother, she saw everything like life in the hands of Ugasal, tell me God for which she had been told. And the sky cried pain, the wind scattered Mount the little ones. We lost an adult steel in her gaze to crash to the body quietly and drowned in his arms wanted to believe only that it was just to curse. But the heart raised less often, the way was equal under zero, the eyes closed forever anymore no longer pain, all night lying on the asphalt on the morning of two, this life story about real love ...