Текст песни Агата Кристи - Пуля

Wind falls asleep in the cloud, the power dies
Melts bullets and flies in a dream, where she bore
Do not wake her, calm down my grief
In this dream, she flew into the clouds - a fool

Fly Fly, fly fly, I'll fly with you
Fly Fly, fly Fly - head against the wall

Nebov of holes, stars in a sieve, not dusty road
Alone the pool in the dark, looking for a friend bullet
Do not wake me, I calmed my bullet,
A dream she flew into the clouds fool

Fly Fly, fly fly, I'll fly with you
Fly Fly, fly Fly - head against the wall

Fly Fly, fly fly, I'll fly with you
Fly Fly, fly Fly - head against the wall

On the wall of his head, his head against the wall, his head against the wall