Текст песни Ирка - И в этой битве получается нечья

And in this battle turns out not somebody,
All messed up again:
So we divide the sky in half by chance,
I want to stay with you a ...

And when we are in a battle with a strange sense of love,
All messed up, with noise, all this nonsense again
There is no balance, there is only jealousy torments.
Recognition of the fact that all is not with us.
And always want to stop all the time,
To enjoy the senses, not losses.
But each time, with a special gleam burning our eyes
And forget about the fact that it is necessary to press the brake.
Take my word that more no sense to fight.
We are too equal in combat, and each time nonsense.
I repeat for the umpteenth time over and over again:
It's time to end and let all the wind,
We do not believe in it, too stubborn.
Each will take his in spite of the fact that you just have to give in, and everything is exactly ...
It is time to finish with us for quite ...

And in this battle turns out not somebody,
All messed up again:
So we divide the sky in half by chance,
I want to stay with you a ...