Текст песни Торба-на-Круче - Вспышки

The box flies cell phone and keys
Clocks, notebooks, pens, shoes, letters

No more & quot; turn off, turn on & quot;
Not all friends are envious sigh
It was a song - a fairy tale
This supernezhnost - Beauty
Stash a sadness stuffed to the eyeballs
For the happiness of the box is empty

People do not know, people spit and allowed to flash minutes
Outbreaks of love so helplessly extinguish flammable flare love
Everybody - Live

I'm too old-fashioned - there's a reason
I was so taught, that's all
What is lived - divide into halves
And half - all in the sand
On the tiny fragments of my heart
You performed the dance as a fakir
Broken Heart small door
It came as the sea - like the world has gone ...

People do not know, people spit and allowed to flash minutes
Outbreaks of love so helplessly extinguish flammable flare love
Everything is fine, everything is fine - live ...