Текст песни Наша Последняя Осень - Ты Заказывала Пиццу, Приятного Тебе Аппетита

You tore my heart out of my chest
Wake me up, but it is not a dream
In cold pupils
I do not see
Most of those feelings
On my chest
Traces of your face
But it is a disease
Burns everything inside of me
The realization that love is dead
On century extinguished ember
Which I berёg for you

Where are your words?
Oaths of allegiance?
Where are your words?
All this time
You lied to me!

Who will return me my hopes
In which I'm with you ?!
The past, like splinters in the chest
There is no justification for dead love.
Who will return me my hopes
In which I'm with you ?!
The past, like splinters in the chest
There is no justification for dead love.