зачем было говорить о любви если ты не любила зачем нужны были эти вечерние прогулки
Курение убивает,
Загоны забивают в слёзы,
Спасает лишь балтика 9-ка и зимняя дорога.
Убивают твои отказы,
Убивают алкоголь и очередные дозы,
Я упаду на твои колени прямо на пороге,
И начну захлебываться твоими глазами.
Это коркозия не оставит следа на моём сердце,
Да мне уже ни сколько не нужно с тобой греться.
Я просто хочу умереть на твоих коленях,
Не лечит время, лечит бутылка и разговоры пьяные в подъезде.
Я буду в крови, со шрамами и синяками, небритый и грязные, ты попросишь меня одеться,
А я прошу отдай моё сердцееееееееееееееееееее! Why was it about love,
If you did not love?
Why were these evening walks were needed,
If we threw love and lit up again.
We never admit our feelings
Nash, our one,
That’s what is sad
Call me a coward, because I disappeared, because I was blurted out, because I no longer see the meaning of staying on the planet Earth
Without you, without your lead, without your stories, without an evening silence,
After all, it is so strange to sit and silence.
Happily silent, with a smile and constraint
Silence with understanding, silent space between us, silent on the roof, be silent in the park, silent on high spirits, silent on Aley.
Silent what only you understand.
Silent happiness
Barely noticeable, barely caught, possibly confused with despondency, but it is happiness.
Happiness to know that you walk on this planet, happiness to realize that I can call, I can even come,
But neither to you nor me, of course, but not necessary,
And these depressions will fall on us hail.
You will cry.
You are my sun.
I will cry.
I am your sun.
Why was it about love,
If you did not love?
Why were these evening walks were needed,
If we threw love, we throw love and boiled again,
Smoking kills,
Picks are scored in tears,
Only the Baltic 9th and Winter Road saves.
Kill your failures
Kill alcohol and regular doses,
I fall on your knees right on the threshold,
And I will start choking your eyes.
This corkosia will not leave the trace on my heart,
Yes, I already do not need to warm with you.
I just want to die on your knees,
It does not treat time, heals the bottle and conversations drunk in the entrance.
I will be in the blood, with scars and bruises, unshaven and dirty, you will ask me to get dressed
And I ask you to give my meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Курение убивает,
Загоны забивают в слёзы,
Спасает лишь балтика 9-ка и зимняя дорога.
Убивают твои отказы,
Убивают алкоголь и очередные дозы,
Я упаду на твои колени прямо на пороге,
И начну захлебываться твоими глазами.
Это коркозия не оставит следа на моём сердце,
Да мне уже ни сколько не нужно с тобой греться.
Я просто хочу умереть на твоих коленях,
Не лечит время, лечит бутылка и разговоры пьяные в подъезде.
Я буду в крови, со шрамами и синяками, небритый и грязные, ты попросишь меня одеться,
А я прошу отдай моё сердцееееееееееееееееееее! Why talk about love
If you didn’t love?
Why were these evening walks needed
If we gave up love and smoked again.
We never admit our feelings
Our nonexistent, our one whole,
This is the saddest thing
Call me a coward, because I disappeared, because I washed away, because I no longer see the point of being on planet Earth
Without you, without your greetings, without your stories, without evening silence,
After all, it is so strange to sit and be silent.
Joyfully silent, with a smile and embarrassment
Silence with understanding, be silent with space between us, be silent on the roof, be silent in the park, be silent on high-rise buildings, be silent on the alley.
Silence with what only you understand.
Silence with happiness
Barely noticeable, barely perceptible, perhaps confused with despondency, but this is happiness.
Happiness to know that you are walking on this planet, happiness to know that I can call, I can even come,
But neither you nor me, it is certainly necessary, but not necessary,
And these depressions will fall on us like a hail.
You will cry.
You are my sun.
I will cry.
I am your sun.
Why talk about love
If you didn’t love?
Why were these evening walks needed
If we threw love, we threw love and lit again
Smoking kills,
The corrals are hammered into tears
Saves only baltika 9 and winter road.
Killing your refusals
Killing alcohol and more doses
I’ll fall on your knees right on the doorstep
And I’ll start choking on your eyes.
This crust won’t leave a mark on my heart
Yes, I no longer need to bask with you.
I just wanna die on your knees
Time does not heal, a bottle heals and drunken conversations at the entrance.
I’ll be bloody, scarred and bruised, unshaven and dirty, you ask me to get dressed,
And I ask you to give me my heart!
Курение убивает,
Загоны забивают в слёзы,
Спасает лишь балтика 9-ка и зимняя дорога.
Убивают твои отказы,
Убивают алкоголь и очередные дозы,
Я упаду на твои колени прямо на пороге,
И начну захлебываться твоими глазами.
Это коркозия не оставит следа на моём сердце,
Да мне уже ни сколько не нужно с тобой греться.
Я просто хочу умереть на твоих коленях,
Не лечит время, лечит бутылка и разговоры пьяные в подъезде.
Я буду в крови, со шрамами и синяками, небритый и грязные, ты попросишь меня одеться,
А я прошу отдай моё сердцееееееееееееееееееее!
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Why was it about love,
If you did not love?
Why were these evening walks were needed,
If we threw love and lit up again.
We never admit our feelings
Nash, our one,
That’s what is sad
Call me a coward, because I disappeared, because I was blurted out, because I no longer see the meaning of staying on the planet Earth
Without you, without your lead, without your stories, without an evening silence,
After all, it is so strange to sit and silence.
Happily silent, with a smile and constraint
Silence with understanding, silent space between us, silent on the roof, be silent in the park, silent on high spirits, silent on Aley.
Silent what only you understand.
Silent happiness
Barely noticeable, barely caught, possibly confused with despondency, but it is happiness.
Happiness to know that you walk on this planet, happiness to realize that I can call, I can even come,
But neither to you nor me, of course, but not necessary,
And these depressions will fall on us hail.
You will cry.
You are my sun.
I will cry.
I am your sun.
Why was it about love,
If you did not love?
Why were these evening walks were needed,
If we threw love, we throw love and boiled again,
Smoking kills,
Picks are scored in tears,
Only the Baltic 9th and Winter Road saves.
Kill your failures
Kill alcohol and regular doses,
I fall on your knees right on the threshold,
And I will start choking your eyes.
This corkosia will not leave the trace on my heart,
Yes, I already do not need to warm with you.
I just want to die on your knees,
It does not treat time, heals the bottle and conversations drunk in the entrance.
I will be in the blood, with scars and bruises, unshaven and dirty, you will ask me to get dressed
And I ask you to give my meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!