7раса - На качелях
текст песни

Flew to the line of the cloud at high speed
I knew what was happening in the fall:
My eyes and my hair will be filled,
And your - will become black, with a smarter.
How painfully squeezes the throat.
Like a sorry, but I lured crying.
I do not know how to express all this.
Fell ... fell to the whole body in the autumn sluck.

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On the swing...
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On the swing...
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On the swing...
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On the swing...

Computer calculations were not true
In the fires of red and yellow burned out the last summer,
I have a cough of your windows in the room bounced,
Yes, I became superstitious, probably.
And people still believed on holidays,
Behind the bread crumbs without seeing more.
In the tombstones so little ...
No sorry for real. Sorry philantal ...

I
On the swing...
I
On the swing...
I
On the swing...
I
On the swing...
I
On the swing...
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On the swing...
I
On the swing...
I
On the swing...
On the swing...