Текст песни Dobermans - Горит

We is the fact that here and now
this is something we fallen into the mud
We have the sun over the horizon
We is the fact that buried in the ruins

glass shards, fragments system
We are the ones who are not admitted
We are the ones who beat the closed doors
We are the ones who are looking for later

Lit
Lit
Lit
My dream
Aching
Aching
Aching
From rain head
Aching
Here no one sleeps

We is the fact that lives in boxes
We are the ones who have filled in concrete
We are the ones who are drowning in wine stoppers
We are the ones who throw the coffin of life

Lit
Lit
Lit
My dream
Aching
Aching
Aching
From rain head
My
yours
Fate
In weightlessness
Dependency
wet
streaks
this story
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