Текст песни Kos - Ночь, огни, лежим, молчим...

The soul sits boa
He pushes me a bitch ...
I'd give you all,
Being just next to schyas
near you...

I'm sure you'd saved me
And die did not give ...
Your eyes will kill boa
sting like a ...

Winter heat gripped oboem us ...
Instead of snow I've got a black ...
You know, do not expect a fire,
But you lit me,
and I'll arrange stealing hearts ...

I can show you how to catch the soul,
but already there to decide for itself,
Will you be with me in the morning to eat ...
I schyas drier and stops,
but not stop the glaciers melting ...

On pocket beggar,
we're not far away ...
Count up, you could be mine,
and I'm yours ..
On pocket beggar,
we're near the ... Count, night lights,
lie, silent ...