Текст песни Лето - Горе от ума

I sat up late
But textbooks do not even finish reading
You're still one
Life is an open line
Your desktop calendar
Merit years into semesters and lectures
And dream away into the distance
Branch of mountain ash, and the secrets of good

Woe Woe from Wit
Again, can not sleep
Heart worried calls to the street
Woe Woe from Wit
It will protect the moon
All your secrets
Woe Woe from Wit
Early spring
Heart worries, the will asks
Woe Woe from Wit
Werth words
And all about love

Woe Woe from Wit

Not in the case between the lines
All week from one of Mondays
Twice a folded sheet
Mail checked and the northern city
classified castles
You copied files are incomplete
And decide at the blackboard
The most important formula in life

Woe Woe from Wit
Again, can not sleep
Heart worried calls to the street
Woe Woe from Wit
It will protect the moon
All your secrets
Woe Woe from Wit
Early spring
Heart worries, the will asks
Woe Woe from Wit
Werth words
And all about love