Текст песни Общество Слепых - Твоя Боль Моя

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Heart of my heart, my heart
Broken into pieces fly spray in a towel
Waiting for spring at an entrance exactly four
The eyes are set in the sleep mode of the world
Dead Dima is smeared with oil and wax
Away from the disease, and the hot sun
Snow lay on the shoulders of my old palm
The first step izvinite..aaa ... and seems to be not dead
My pain is meeting today with the last look
Oppressed creature you glad viroyatno
I was looking for a way for you berёg years
White white night sleep in the womb
Velvet cheeks and brush styles under his feet
I run my heart and the heart does not beat like
Tolley we share as a people Mesic
I digada three eternal spring
Call signs in the wake us if slyshish
Their soul UTB scars do not you vidish!
This feeling wool on bloody wounds
Sky pain is not pressed on crumpled maps
I would like cleanliness cursed to live without legs fuck
He killed his family and he could not kill
Sinful Nastya let pussy on the dance
She was 17 years old and she's already with a sidecar
Salt constantly everywhere, millions of white
I'm hiding from the wind on the cold walls
Izabrazi poverty fuck etoy poor country
Izabrazi paradise where the fuck is not on the ground
Do you people Toli Toli thing bitch
Hugs love the sun at the hands of separation
Burns burns quickly with roots and minutes
Quiet walks next to a fucking doctor!
Chorus
It becomes greyness on sentyaborskih days
Blood troupe seemed to me like the earth
As cloth soaked in spilled wine
Night without you your pain, my
(2 times)
Budo
Predictions repent before his princess
Not she created these creatures sitting on the ground
Not ёё fault was that there is no close
Whoever it will warm cold eyes
Whoever okuet us during these days of the ashes
For the soul will take and sent to the ghetto
There is another reason other people
Listen to their creation by cutting arms
Deep beneath the skin trimming wounds
Brought them word fucking neznaya
Flowers on fire on a willow and hence in life
You carry on a wave tossed without meaning
Fulfilling all zhilaniya and all their oaths
You nauchishsya read drenched with grease
People who live for all and all those who are dead
Blind Society are doing everything sensibly
Perhaps not the color or may in our
Thin love repainted in red
Ledenev list of all will leave in the dead
Taking them for a guises strёmnyh
Dry bitter tears and melts memory
All three of the people watched us
The pale skin of their breathing and therefore enough
Pytatsya is achieved in my invented cough
Wheeze wheeze is heard on the cold air
Pain-drenched wines are not yet a
Chorus
It becomes greyness on sentyaborskih days
Blood troupe seemed to me like the earth
As cloth soaked in spilled wine
Night without you your pain, my
(2 times)