Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - ГОЛОСА

You're my days are gray light ryadila
Dresses and music in the heart of sound,
As for the hand - and the great power
I rocked in the wake of desperation.

In everything that is singing, there is pain and fatigue
And remember there is no one that burned down.
Maybe me, there's nothing left -
And the flame of the soul will burn my body.

And time is not present in the rate of suffering
And there is no blame on the court that in the blood,
But in every word of my excuses -
I disobeyed God's punishment, "Live!"

The sweetness of saliva in passion kiss,
At the moment of sin, getting drunk, I ate,
And in the heart, autumn from spring rhyming,
She sings in unison with the wind, the soul.

We were pretty young face of death,
And every life that easily smoke ...
Dancing on the brink of a song, crazy
Do not know, but believes that life pobedima!

What time is it? - Asks the mind
The same ... - corresponds to the heart.
As God & quot; do not judge & quot; and royal & quot; punishment & quot; -
These voices never sing!