Текст песни Butch - Я выпускаю чувства на волю

There is no apparent reason
I'm sad, it seems, the fourth day.
Even your potseluy- bitterness.
I know that all this is an attack autumn disease.

If you keep quiet, so do not be angry.
I can hear the sea in shells ears.
A beautiful and fragile as the yellow leaf,
I was lying on the ground.
Somehow, easy on the soul.

I am releasing feelings at will.
You see, they fly to the south.
Swirling flock over his head
And suddenly disappear.

Will the winter, and I stand still,
Once in the window looking at her.
Before I get through is not enough hands.
Will only shout
My spell:

I am releasing feelings at will.
You see, they fly to the south.
Swirling flock over his head
And suddenly disappear

I am releasing feelings at will.
You see, they fly to the south.
Swirling flock over his head
And suddenly disappear

I am releasing feelings at will.
You see, they fly to the south.
Swirling flock over his head
And suddenly disappear