Текст песни СРТ - Воздушный шарик

She was not hurt she was fun
The palms the ball in the whole steamed florets
The very fact weighed fluff could pin down
She gave her soul in part by investing in dinner
That metal in the ears of a dozen hellish violets
The husband wanted her to be and has become
along with finding the beloved head order
galloped like a crown of dragonfly garden beds
if indeed fly so it seemed
fairy tale, reality pounded in his ears happiness
..gaz diminish light and well run under the covers
how not? do not want to sleep alone
when it is dark you can see the fading stars
Look not extinguished even though the window so late
Press the chills that tryasёshsya ...
I will come to this point and you here this asterisk
as the dot ..

His happiness hugging
I do not give it
Exposing his soul
On all nodes zavezal
His happiness to lose
Living on borrowed time at

Thoughtful Now
And chudnovaty
I stood at the window for hours ..
remembering how she had fled
In his hands firmly holding the ball
Stomping Naga of cute flapping eyelashes throwing glances
Pigeons flying over the thought that the girl
Well everything is already sporting a large
messing around in the sand funny silly small
pecking bread that were thrown out of the window
immediately forgetting those thoughts
seeing no sense in people
and did not notice when one
she was gone and the bread thrown
bread, they fall from the sky .. and only ball flew somewhere

His happiness hugging
I do not give it
Exposing his soul
On all nodes zavezal
His happiness to lose
Living on borrowed time at