Текст песни Folders - Громче

Every day the same thing
Oh, God, what kind of nonsense?
Rises higher
For you there is no door
Writing songs, smoke time
Passing through it
Our songs openly
Provoke you

Shout louder, beat the dishes
You are no longer my judge.
I had already forgotten about the time
When you said "Yes"
And of course, no doubt,
He came to me then,
To hear my thoughts
so alluring you

why do we spoil
win their hearts?
Our pathetic doubt
Sometimes driving us crazy
You know all the answers
You know the whole story
I'm tired of being in this role
In this sense there is no more

Shout louder, beat the dishes
You are no longer my judge.
I had already forgotten about the time
When you said "Yes"
And of course, no doubt,
He came to me then,
To hear my thoughts
so alluring you

Shout louder, beat the dishes
You are no longer my judge.
I had already forgotten about the time
When you said "Yes"
And of course, no doubt,
He came to me then,
To hear my thoughts
so alluring you