Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Tetra Pak

nasty mess
along the walls to the ceiling tart tobacco
my baby sedrtse not tetra pak
and the pain of it flows the pain on your hands

where we are now
I do not know the darkness trust
I like you're tired of losses
years of the wrong I do not hear a whisper in a snowstorm

hold tight
body and soul on the ground are able to soar skyward
and let each one of us that dreams have not come true yet sgreli
but there is always a chance if not now

then later
endure the pain to throw overboard
Can I ask answer ready
but not all thought about how it's not about

nasty mess
along the walls to the ceiling tart tobacco
my baby sedrtse not tetra pak
and the pain of it flows the pain on your hands

nasty mess
along the walls to the ceiling tart tobacco
my baby sedrtse not tetra pak
and the pain of it flows the pain on your hands