Текст песни Noa x White Punk - Плоский Круг-25

[HOOK]
Slok, melt seconds
The dusk is laid on the face
They are tamed with a warm hand
Red waves, red waves
Soon everything will become worthless
No longer hid in black
The numbers flow out in the palm of your hand
From the edge of the moon, from the edge of the moon

[Verse 1]
Who chooses colors (who chooses colors)
One empty summer ended
Words are cloudy from ice
Something that was not warmed up
Us
Time is like glass
Under the feet

[HOOK]
Slok, melt seconds
The dusk is laid on the face
They are tamed with a warm hand
Red waves, red waves
Soon everything will become worthless
No longer hid in black
The numbers flow out in the palm of your hand
From the edge of the moon, from the edge of the moon


[Verse 2]
What beckons the soul here, here?
Here the light only echo: "Give, give"
And whose guilt, wine, wine will be in this?
How to remember
Fraction of a second
There will be no later
The lips crackled
Let me think
The moon stretches from the edge to the circle
You would cover your face
And I just look at everything

[Outro]
I just look at everything
I just look at everything
I just look at everything
I just look at everything
I just look at everything
I just look at everything
I just look at everything
I just look at everything
I'm just watching