Текст песни 7раса - Куклы становятся старше

The magical world of wool-like snow sparkles
The room where the burning eyes -
Believe it or not ...
Counting to a hundred, I consider that the past will not pass
Shivering wave worlds
Just whisper please ...


You magic light and no bans
Only in the morning did not cry ...

Lead me dear soft snow trails
A gray color as white, just tired
Hold me, although I have run vryatli ...
We were the third sand and even dolls get older ...


Time went, but again trying to repeat
Experience of the first phrases
I again pull the cord
It's hard to watch his eyes,
Squinting catch those smiles,
Do not trust the brakes,
But who all eventually pull ?!

That magic light, where there is no prohibition,
Only in the morning did not cry ...