MonoЛиза - Из всех
текст песни

Tell me about the ships gone
From the wharf to ashes of burning skies
The forecast for the next few days justified
I'm not an angel, I'm just a lost demon

Tell me about the judgments being made
The most important nights, the most fulfilled dreams
Someone was not ready for the onset of spring
To the defense of cold fronts.

From all dawns I meet you
Of all the cities, do not build yours
Of all the planets, yours spun

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But while I do not regret a minute or a day
And gardens will still bloom in my parks

And a withered tree with a heart in its roots
Those who did not reach the hour before the water

It takes a thousand days to sit aground
To get back to your ships again
I am an abandoned house on the outskirts of the earth
waiting for you

From all dawns I meet you
Of all the cities, do not build yours
Of all the planets, yours spun

From all dawns I meet you
Of all the shores do not swim to yours
Of all the planets, yours spun

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