Текст песни taha - C плеча

Thousands of persons, and their - no,
Fall down, as always: the head,
Clinging to a string swallow words
It was not right, whether law.

Four walls, and in which a soul
No calls, no hurry
At the end of the day, and you temper
You cut from the shoulder. Do you like to shoulder.

Chorus:
Do not cry, for you it will make the rain
At the beginning of all acts, the latter do not touch
Leave it to me, I'll take formalin
It will be the last, it will be one.
Forced himself to sleep at night without it
Considering the number of dreams in the morning
Cut into pieces of color picture,
After all, it's a tale of two halves on.

Thousands of eyes, and your emptiness
Probably he did something wrong
Reading between the lines invisible text
Remember your time. Remember your time.

Chorus.

July 2010.
(c) 2012 taha