Текст песни Ольга Арефьева - Саван-2

Thinking of the soul remain in the body
If you do not want
To fill these cones firs
Thinking of you, I could hardly breathe,
Turn in the sky heart
And will be quieter

They called me to the banquet,
I put on the shroud,
They called me umirat-
I never was.
At the table with salad
Angel with weights
I think it's ...
No it will not dream!
...
You make not to believe
His hands.
Our conversation at
Body stuck.
You understand fallen,
And I only know SECAM.
How to save face,
If communication breaks?

I draw poetry
(Antravyh) poets.
At parties geisha
My portrait hangs.
I face Nabeul
And put a veto.
Everything will be exactly the same,
Even the wine does not come to naught.

I stopped to watch
During his tail
I caught the love
And love has caught me.
Many outdoor birds
It lays on the wing.
Hair white wood
Steel Seda Moon.

I'm surprised that my poetry reading.
It seemed to be the opposite.
My face on the back
It looks like a fish Hee.
My face is the face
In general, anything you do not understand ...