Текст песни Нет Крови - Портрет на заказ Demo

I do not have the right to love,
I draw to order.
That's all, the portrait is almost ready:
She's here last time.
It is hard to write her eyes:
The color of the air blue.
I told her about love.
She will not understand alas ...
Everyone is gone ... But I'm not alone:
With pain, I'm alone.
We are silent, we are sad with her.
In a dream or in a dream.
Red Bes broke my window,
He scattered the shards.
I looked: I did not care,
I recognized my heart ...

Night
On fire
Postpone
Day to me!