Текст песни павел воробьёв и олег таранов - брошенные

text - Pavel Vorobyov, Oleg Taranov
music - pavel sparrow
Record - Play Rec
mixing - Maxim Vorobyov

In this dream-bound city
In this pack of wolves
In this pack of beasts
Hide your face from the cold
And burn the dreams
If we feel so warm
Hands shaking and hiding again
In my own pockets and strangers
Soon there will be nothing left
The city fell, and I and him
Like a scream breaks out of my throat
Groan from the rattle of hundreds of claws
Get out of the city of lying avid
Away the doubts and screams of people
But only thoughts with arrogant laughter
Rush away to fly
Off to the place where the cold does not blow
To be born and die

Fluff melted with mud smeared
Every meter licked by the wind
Friendly thrown by a fork
For the winter, nobody needs land
Flakes fall in a sea of ​​silence
Rumble occasionally on the road
Old carts and cavalry friendly
Rushing across the field to anyone unnecessary
I would move
Reach out to heaven
Grains handful in a deserted quit forest
Dust the earth with every drop of water
Bright colors light spill the sunset in the distance
The winds whirl like a waltz
The ocean hid the shores
Calm will replace trance
If you have not received an answer to the question
So I was not at all
NO! Abandoned!