Текст песни Flinn - Губами

Strange, but it happens
What's in your pockets only ring hole
And there are a lot of problems
Gets out the injustice of the world
All roughness and inconsistencies
What awakened in me irritation
Maybe I'm out of other productions
Or is my role - & quot; rejection & quot;

The door is open, but I want to stay
After all, the sun still dreams
Believe me, I just want to touch
Your lips on my lips

I go and constantly stumble
On the door sills, only false
On the other shoulders, elbows bumping
About myself cursing passers-ubiquitous
Cursing areas cloudy rooms
Trying to remember where you live
In vain fingering intersections and neighborhoods
Hoping that you wait for me