Текст песни Акула - Он любил ее и в ней же сомневался

Arrows on the clock, dropped the time
Forget the words
Cross out the loss
Tears on eyes
Have lost an occasion, For what he said,
So as not to remember her

I could not breathe
Did not want to listen
And where to run
And the road of horror

Flock of birds
From the torn pages
They look in the distance, they look in the distance
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sadness and sadness.

To believe in miracles
Just tired
She did not want to change her dreams
He did not even try to understand
He loved her and doubted her


Could not say
Did not want to listen
No more writing
And why do you need

Flock of birds
From the torn pages
They look in the distance, they look in the distance
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sadness and sadness.

Flock of birds
From the torn pages
They look in the distance, they look in the distance
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sadness and sadness.