Текст песни Song Of Eleven - Конверты, поцелуи

Unknown to herself,
Only from itself -
Trying not to believe.
Tears, alcohol and night.
What's left of you?
And a series of tantrums.
The victims of the infamous spring
In the sky, the stars draw.
They set fire to bridges
Night, alcohol and tears.

Everything seen on the eyes.
I know that I can not sleep.
Do not tell anyone -
Perevernesh page.

This is your last time.
Tucked away in the last
The envelopes kisses.
In the small closed world,
Personal illusory world.
Again, love drawing,
The victims of the infamous spring
Dropping from the sky stars.
They set fire to bridges
Night, alcohol and tears.

All feelings envelopes
The planes are added.
P.S. I do not love you.
You do not need me.
Back to sky.

I do not love you.
You do not need me.
Back to sky.