Привет! Я, подавшись какому-то глупому порыву показать миру своё творение (на самом деле, я просто увидела цифру 14 в просмотрах за неделю)) решила написать ещё пару песен).
Snow flies
out the window, he lies down on the bed and the floor,
We had a
fight, you're gone, and I do not burrow into the open door.
I still hope
that you come back
What took a
step back
Your scarf is
still on the shelf in the hall
I decided to
remove it and brush away the snow from the walls.
I breaking
inside memories of you
When I'm
alone sitting in our room.
It seems that
I'm still hoping not to know
The fact that
I still let you go.
The fact that
you have already
decided
everything for me
I'm trying to
dig up the past,
But
everything was settled and the last
Permanently
and not perfectly(2)
Вооот....
Тут недавно, ну как недавно... Два месяца назад. Был праздник "9 Мая". Нашло на меня что-то, решила настрочить песню.
Somewhere in the still of the night,
somewhere someone dies
And I do not feel all right
Somewhere he heard the explosion.
somewhere interrupted conversation
I do not know on what side I'm on.
Somewhere blood was spilled
Someone in someone needed
And all very, very bad
I do not think that we will stay alive or
A drop of human blood on the floor
Does not forget about it
There will come a time when they will open the door
And come the end of the world, which is now for us or
This is not over, say it
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