Outro

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[Hook]

Mental wounds overgrown fontanelle,
Pain in the chest babies fall asleep.
Maybe I'm bad, but all will be well:
Another corridor, which was held;

Let Neznamov much, and can not see the walls,
You covered the gut, though not without hysterics,
Let the leaves fell off, but did not stem,
Let the carpet will have their bed.

[Verse]

Before the sun far away, but the annual rings
Helps not bend, do not break through all the hollow.
If something and help break the ground.
It Mirkwood, the fence autumn.

For cranium gate, tumbled out of her thoughts,
Fifth gear and knock mechanisms.
Now who's to say where because we chased?
My serifs zasochilis, you just touch the them.

You turned her eyes that saw everything.
I looked in the reflection, but then not vsёk:
We visited in the mirror, because we were burning sand,
What was in her eyes, turning them into glass.

We are still in there somewhere, sleeping in a seated carriage;
We fly past the fields, fresh crowns and Peron;
We are each other's little here and a little sleep.
I need to start, what you touch.

[Hook]

Mental wounds overgrown bark,
This cargo will fall from the soul the mountain.
Who's better then if I'm bad?
This corridor or block?

I cling to the wreckage, I do not see shores.
Something thunder, thunder like flies.
I see a light somewhere warm house.
We are not cooled, it is simply blows ice.

[Outro]

We awake in the spring.
Suppose it was all a dream.
We break out the spark fire.
Suppose it was all a dream.