Текст песни Марта Яковлева - Колыбельная моим страхам

Deep Inside and the Diploma of the better
cold is on the shimmering puddles
city ​​as a reflection of swings
He continues to try motion
Diploma in E John, your hands are so cold
You smell so clearly to me the city
something machine and something hoarse
I reflect in your eyes puddles
tree, town, shore, shot
you respond quickly and bombastic
you balk at the temple his elbow
the summer we will again meet in Wisconsin
Diploma insider and the more the better
No cures are not cures are not cures
I remember you on the dotted line
Now I drew - and then forgiven
Diploma in E Ying remained in the memory
pics, and pieces of the puzzle (insert
do here need a better word)
autumn winter I'm not ready
be a reflection of the first counter
you need to be better to take care of me
you hold in your hands my little fear
let him go to sleep on the cold hands