Текст песни Ящик Пандоры - За окном

Outside the window are seasons
composes songs people
bow to each other
go on a long trip

flocks of birds fly
replenish telephone balance
maybe head spin
the world is so monotonous

rejoice over the little things
trying to pick up
and I cry at night
that you can die

admires faith someone
renouncing the right things
and inside everything is wiped
on the grater of other people's speeches

desert corridors
and a trifle in your pocket rings
evenings in the evenings
and the voice is trembling more and more

rejoice over the little things
trying to pick up
and I cry at night
that you can die

text: Beketova Kristina