Lyrics Элли Смит - Так мало лета

I collect the ashes
I remember the flame
Which once called himself
I'll throw to the wind
How to throw words
The ups and downs of joy and pain
Gone in the Wind
With autumn foliage
Snowflakes dust and
Shine of lights
No more need to follow you
No more meeting closed doors

In the silence of the night
Whispers the First Blizzard
Wrapped in a rug
I look forward to April
The course is already lost
The ship of my memory
Stranded those warm days

I collect the money
I fan the flame
It once dreamed of the sky
I throw myself into the wind with nightmares
Cold silence ringing glass
Lean Fire Covering
From the cold and dampness of your hearts
I changed
Now I understand that this is not the end

In concrete honeycombs, there is so little light
In cheap tales so much delirium
There are so few truths in high-sounding words
There is so little summer in your love

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