Текст песни Леонид Федоров и Крузенштерн - Больше, чем осталось

The sneaky all the pain of a longer
just as the thought took yawning
on the street and the air like a swamp
only certain call - whacky , vale

And there is a way - I do not have to say
maybe pour into voids grace
communicating vessels , but who
fill the empty coat

Make up my mind whether to solar lava
all flooded , and niches and enclaves
I was so used to pound near the crib
without going dancing for sugreva