Текст песни Moresebya - Ветки

gasping in these flavors , no way out,
there is no choice but to change , and there is nothing,
you're not the first and not with the kind eyes ,
I was not up to you, and do not let dotenis ,
trust drowns out the pain of jealousy ,
sequel, the unnecessary , repetitive ,
in thought , walked branch , outgrowths of not clinging ,
for those that have died , that died , no pity ,
We were treated with tap water , unnoticed as the whispering ,
pouring into silence , leaving a mark , rare roots.