Текст песни Yago-e-Aboo - Несколько

Several

Few hours
I go to the voice,
Speed ​​extinguishes sleep
And weightlessness ...
There comes a time to retreat,
When I have no control over myself ...

A New Wave
Love will flood thoughts,
Life will be clogged with a key,
Forget me, astalavista ...

Few seconds
Some kind of hubbub,
White-white noise,
And the white background.
Rudiment of thoughts common sense
Drops directly on the feather ...

Who is your hero?
From the books of Agatha Christie?
I did not look for them in them,
Search for yourself, astalavista ...

Only you remember ...
How many of them, not many ...