Текст песни Alina Os - Ступор

How much to lose more days
What knocking on closed doors
How many of hands releasing pigeons
How to run up the stairs

Give, give me strength
Remove the shackles of doubt
Close, substitutions do not ask
It requires the last one in the list

Rainbow of dreams, lightning oblokov gray days
Lighthouses other shores
Mooring and desperate destinies
No difference.

In retail, wholesale
Cheaper, more expensive.
Our bitter troubles
Price does not bother

It can be read until the end
and not reach the end
sip encrypted words
that no one knows

Prayer, colors, sounds deaf
Pictures blind and happiness is flawed
after the storm is usually calm
but that's not accurate. the-four-chno

in the most objective, the center of the universe
where no arrow of Cupid flew
blizzard again, with the new week
old ideas, 7 days a week

fall harder, I do not know how to fly
cardboard sky, dry watercolors.

On the sand, the sun harsh odors Kuta
In anguish, paints on canvas painting
As we do not live and have our being.
As we do not live and have our being.