Деревянная радуга - Суть - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Remember, if cold, the battery will warm. Garages do not breathe glue. And the white will be blown further while the sunset sun is lowered into the water. Cold in the throat point blank, the taste of metal in the mouth. Pale lips boiled. The needle stroked wounds for a day, like a mother on the body, while Leshchenko sang songs to us on Donbass. Yes, you don't understand. Only a loop, if you want to get down from the account of this. Thank you at least for the ideological winters in cold winters. In fact, I'm dead. The children are road, and you and I have two to divide it.