Текст песни Акула - Стаи птиц из вырванных страниц

The hands on the clock lost time
Forget words, cross out losses
Tears in my eyes lost an occasion
For what he said? So as not to remember her

I could not breathe, I did not want to listen
And where to run? And the road of horror

Flocks of birds from torn pages
They look into the distance, they look into the distance
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sadness and sadness

Believe miracles just tired
She did not want to change her dreams
He did not even try to understand
He loved her, she doubted her

I could not say, did not want to listen
Do not write any more. And why do you need?

Flocks of birds from torn pages
They look into the distance, they look into the distance
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sadness and sadness

Flocks of birds from torn pages
They look into the distance, they look into the distance
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sadness and sadness

Flocks of birds from torn pages
They look into the distance, they look into the distance
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sadness and sadness

Flocks of birds from torn pages
They look into the distance
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sadness