Текст песни Яркий Свет - 9 грамм

Well, what do you say now
When she opened the door,
How deep in the barrel, there
Tucked your nine grams.
Well, where stories about
Comparison of life of wine,
How did you drink from someone else's bucket,
Not believing in the fact that it (life) ...

Shorter than the breath of spring
And exhale "dead" of winter!

Tell me how the heart itching,
How's your pupil finely colitis,
Hope that never
There will be no flash from the barrel!
Do you remember how you wanted to,
To say that you had here,
Do everything that you just might!
But only the breath of death helped:
Understand that life is not a dream,
And do not wake up in it,
Do not get up and go,
Do not be born and does not die!

Shorter than the breath of spring
And exhale "dead" of winter!

Now what do you do,
As now you live?
Now what do I do,
How do I live now?

Shorter than the breath of spring
And exhale "dead" of winter!