Текст песни шведский пвх - жимолость

at the end of November, I filled his mouth with needles and lay down to sleep
and pricked a needle and began a lie
though I've never been on this beach in the late autumn
and the house of the raw wood with a raspy not my berth
and it will suffer the fate of the abandoned barracks

I've never been on this beach in the late autumn with a girl cancer patient
somewhere in the distance a boy playing with the dog threw her stick and around the Portland District rumors
if a bottle of port wine can fix the devastation in toilets and in the minds of even the most die nasty octopus
but on the other bank of pebbles and crushed stone god I do not even remember what had happened to fear
and a lone fisherman wandered somewhere forgetting about underwater creatures
But it was his main article we waited for the evening and below the horizon little glimmer lighthouse
She clung to me and says you're all up and down this fish smells I cried Lord
You hid in these words and ezhesekundo Follow me how many cases there are not complete
if one could call for a those gentle eyes and hit the road to gray peaks
build a fire in the forest outskirts and cook dinner as if no one ever dies
heard as the foliage in the wind trembles and far field in misty haze oatmeal shrugs sheepishly beak
and sometimes sings