Текст песни Alex Nebo - Глупая глупость

Speak, I pray thee, speak,
About the weather, about the books, as you wish.
My thoughts, I try, take
The new maze.
And you know,
Minor
From these conversations,
Patients.
Think I can not help her.

Chorus:

Stupid stupid new news
And the gulf between us, weightlessness.
I shout: & quot; Come to your senses,
Flying down! & Quot; -
Taesh and silent, you know.
My light joy
My bitter grief -
Nothing left,
And soon pass not notice,
New meetings.
Probably it did not seriously.
No seriously ...

II.

Melted melted into nebyli,
Like stones in the water to the bottom of the run.
We are looking for something that is not found.
Only time only
Spiral leaves,
Once again, the weather firm.
Let me go, let go.