Текст песни Та Сторона - Шепотом

whisper

whisper
hysterical laughter
the Voice
Do not give rest he moans
I hear the cry for help
Like a drowning
Inhale the acrid smoke
With a taste of bitterness
hoarsely
Everything as a whisper
Instilling a confidence
So as not to lose the pride
In proud loneliness
In an empty room
It blows cold
Penetrating the walls bare
Nerves are running out
Freezing shower
Trees also whisper
foliage hulling
Wind whistling
Throwing down the road
Yellow pages of newspapers
As well as street
Chagall I them
The noise of the wheels
road Dust
All my dear
I find a good judge
I do not feel my legs
But do not dare to go to stop
A whisper of dark night
silence will scatter

Chorus:
Whisper over the houses
I am leaving everything here
tramp
And after millions
Who is guilty in this
And why now the questions
whisper
Decaying cigarette

Whisper ancient casket
Maiden figures
The notes are scarce
At the heart of the blood pouring for days
Corners yes crannies
In the mouth of the tube
quietly
Or are you a doctor
Either dead
Beyond the bustle Ryskov
Along the narrow alleys
Men's shadow froze
Now she is part of the graphics
Nervously tugging curtains
Who am I? What am I?
met hero
Now I fruit
In Newton's law
The jets of the gorge
Smoke spying
Mezhayas c steam
mask
On the tile was falling, he
Hi
All hotter autumn
That snow will go
That something
Yes yellow-red as
It has filled the void
Passions flared
According to the oldest
Yesterday, love
Today, three sheets
Drunk beat service
whisper
The room and so many hooves,
Today, I just killed
And then what?

Chorus.

Behind me
string obliquely
So memorable
These breaths easier
Go to the touch
Hear firsthand void
Traces of the wolf
swept out of gunpowder
And I am not making this up
For the sake of benefits
Soak up the poison
I'm not the hero
And I'm not your times
Change password
Or pain play
Remember the story
It's just the sound
It's just a whisper
Let someone forgot
But why so it burns more
motion picture
On a quiet track stereo
In the crowd of people, I do not care one
And look lost
Why not believe them
Probably just reflexes
And quiet tread
We soskolznёm on rails
Minors points precisely sharpen
Accents for them
I wilted
After reading someone else's diary
There is nothing
Only the light from the running train
Snow at the bottom
And instead of hypotheses, axioms