НТЛ-разбитые сердца - разбитые сердца - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Weavers of bodies, tender delirium in the ear. Carling of lips and hands all night, and dawn. For another week it will stand the bouquet and fly out the window. You will call, but the subscriber is inaccessible. Forgive, sorry it's over. We are not destined to be together, I have not been given to love.