Текст песни 11 - твои запутанные волосы

So you do not want to say goodbye to you
Your voice in my head
Torn apart, and where are you?
Tips that crumbled in the fingers,
Your slova.chto head haunt,
Who am I and how to get here
My room is not available.
Your hands are so cold,
A hot eyes,
Burns on my brand,
These clouds are saying
Do not say anything and get away
And the idea that killing me from the inside,
Do you remember the sunset,
What we met with you,
Do you remember the dreams that we had with you, aah
Stop, stop, you do not run away,
100 meters vverh.i one down to the abyss,
It would not be the abyss here