Дельфин - мысли дурака - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There was neither forces, nor feelings of pain. Tooch the soul, as larvae moths. Everything rolls into the abyss, and not the first time, and is equal to zero the meaning of friendly phrases. Everything is presented to someone, lost, sold, and the heart, blood loss, for dinner is filed. Only dirt remained on the bottom of the clothes of clothing and some feeling, something like hope. She hears the steps, they are all quieter and quieter. He again became a crane and will live somewhere above. She is not waiting for him, she forgiven and crying, and the stupid girlfriend fools her hope. Time quietly leaves, and naive lies to the wrist of the left hand encounters his knife. Hope was and remained in vain, it drips on the floor sticky liquid red. You are originally alone. But even if there is a friend, he will not see all the troubles on the palm of your hands. He will not be brave for you, if you have swollen, and for you it will not be able to say what you would like to say. He can only help if something is wrong when your eyes shook the hopelessness of the darkness when the tears are smoothly divided into three parts of the face, and the hope of Hope himself is self-deception, but that's all we have. She goes by hand, selling his honor. This false creature dust dust into the eyes, disappearing at the moment when it is so needed. It will leave and come back many times, always holding a cherished diamond at a distance. I have been killed without hope, longing the shooting out of it, because I was hoping, but was not sure.