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текст песни

Sheltered all the dirt on the crooked road
The muddy view makes many laugh and scares
Gasoline traces are a lucky chance
There are few reflections, but everything will still be, will be, will be, will
When the dirt is covered, it freezes

I was too pleased with myself
You can crush me in your boot with your foot
Like a puddle, a frozen puddle, a frozen puddle, a puddle, a puddle, a puddle
I was too pleased with myself
You can crush me in your boot with your foot
Like a puddle, a frozen puddle, a frozen puddle, a puddle, a puddle, a puddle

Everything will melt and again
You will pass me by as if
I am humiliated by the crowd, sick with the plague - so stupidly, so rudely
Everything will melt and again
I will greedily count the minutes
When in a wonderful time I become a little better

I was too pleased with myself
You can crush me in boot foot
Like a puddle, a frozen puddle, a frozen puddle, a puddle, a puddle, a puddle
I was too pleased with myself
I didn't even think about another life
Like a puddle, like a puddle, like a puddle