Наобум - Горе
текст песни

I rush out the windows like a cat behind a bird
The blizzard on my soul, in my fireflower
I scatter the last salt salt
I know will be grief, there will be grief

But Toli evening will remember me
When the last sun is left alone with me
It will break through from the clouds

A new day will throw me the last joke
Such a joke promises a horn jacket
Why war, I don’t have enough blood in me
I know will be grief, there will be grief

Let my paper leaf cry from despair
Tighten your belt as soon as possible
What a difficult life is an endless field
I know will be grief, there will be grief

I rush out the windows like a cat behind a bird
I rush out the windows like a cat behind a bird
I rush out the windows like a cat behind a bird
I rush out the windows like a cat behind a bird