присяжнюк матвей грустная песенка под гитару

Текст песни "присяжнюк матвей — грустная песенка под гитару"

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.