Lyrics Торба-на-Круче - Всё, что ты думаешь, скажи

Whatever you think, tell me, not thinking what you say.
We fly over the abyss in the rye, you do not feel, but you fly.
How have you lived all these days ...? Brad ... all these years.
Evening lights came on. Light and nothing but this freedom
There is no freedom ...

There is no war and so silent - all the more so.
War, like a wine of fresh bottling, is a bouquet and color.
Color and bouquet at your eyes, at your moons.
The evening takes us hostage without explanation or hesitation.
Strings ...

Whatever you think, tell me, not thinking what you say.
We fly over the precipice in the rye, you do not feel, but you fly
How have you lived all these days? Brad ... all these years.
Evening lights came on. Light and nothing but this freedom
There is no freedom ...

The neighbors breathe so restlessly and groan in their sleep.
Not to be afraid of falling asleep children, do not turn off the light.
Subject beaten thousands of times, midnight tea.
Darkness quietly caresses us, and you do not turn on the light.
Light ...