Ежик - Что-то милое - зверь... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What can be sadder than smoldering in the palm of the palm of the skin, picks from the heart, more precisely that it remains ...

You can't concentrate on the drunkenness on the despair and tack himself as a lumpy whistling in the flame.

When, like a maniac, fatigue rushes on you, and old age appears, and pity, and weakness, and everything that is possible.

How cognac flows blood from the veins, waiting for change. But arsenic faded consciousness. So you feel: Nishtyak. And remember only scraps of forgotten phrases. Happiness - Brand. Mount - a face of happiness. And I want to something native to cuddle. Where is the line? Do not pass, not taking - and do not cry.

The edges of the cup are crowded. I forget that you are a mirage. My crew arrived. And now, as in a sharp string of losses, on the wave - as in the fire ... Something sweet is a beast.