Текст песни Болдырева Екатерина - Птица

I still come back suddenly, unexpectedly
As the mist, water your drink myself
And I will be drunk, love your touch
As wounds

I still put you in a vacant lot
Its boundaries kiss at dawn
Your eyelashes and die in December
Summer Bird
What a day that year?
Memory is not so much live
What kind of nonsense that for the poison?
Souls do not hurt so much
And it's true, there is no way back
But your eyes are burning

I have not thought did not know about
It will be a little - not apart and together
When it was all this tip
Dagger

You do not say, and not to hurt
I'm forgiving. In this melting heat
Will burn, melt, I forgot about me
Summer pack