Текст песни NATRY - Что Делает Нас Несчастными

And he is one under drops of dirty, he abandoned
In this world of loans and debtors
What makes us unhappy?
Not black stripes, and the lack of warm words ...

Metro, the transition
It is no use to anyone
No one is waiting for him
House for dinner
Yes, and not at home, too
Last time
He ate a loaf that
Nedoel passer
Frostbitten fingers
Hematoma on the skin
He is happy, but
But something disturbs him, and
Sip & quot; Hawthorn & quot;
Steer, tightening
Stained cough
The poor guy hard

Miromaniya early early wounds
Warms the faces grimace weight
Help fund rates
Sated, sleepy race
Rails rat fires
Not with the height of the mind
The rear of the broken bridge
With an empty meaningless
He was someone the boss
He became barefoot
Very himself
Nope forces
Sadness shipped saws
Not only will you have given regalia
You do cool

Strange when you smile in spite of all the troubles
Remember how in these walls you warmed our warmth
It was light, burning candles
When the strong hands holding her weak shoulders
While we were measuring meter apartment
Such as you are happy centimeters
When you exhale, I could tell a thousand words
Your voice frightened passers-by passing
Parks monotonous gray squares bad
Choked throat long-lost faith
Blurs the line-soaked alcohol cloth
Do you deny the truth, covering a funeral veil
But you're not alone in this world of loans and debtors
What makes us unhappy is not black stripes
A lack of warm words