Lyrics Приходьте завтра - Чужими стають повільно

Strange are slow
... Something like ... like holding ...
Poor little movies
Overs wines cry.
Far make us men.
Because they themselves are not far !
At first burst in the chest,
And then the liver to the lungs.
Blanket and something bites ,
And tea , as always, hot.
And despair and sadness holds .
... Something like ... like holding ...
Not afraid of the gray face ,
Not black hair or eyes -
Indifference glass covers
Desire - and I do not want to!
Blanket and something bites ,
And tea , as always, hot.
And despair and sadness holds .
... Something like ... like holding ...