Грусная мелодия медляк

Текст песни "Грусная мелодия — медляк"

Even I,
one april night may die.
Deep and wide,
all reservoirs run dry.
It's like running,
lost in the woods.
The front of my brain,
gets calls I can't convey
a calm oceaned voice
that echoes 'round the void.
It's like running lost in the woods.
It's like running lost in the woods.