антон прада - Худое Счастье - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Your thin happiness

At night, a convulsion beats. She lives one day and exorbitantly. She had a road. one. Yes, and that ended. She swore on the water and writhed. She has an evening.

Long longer. Either the hands of A la Litvinov, then with the help of a corkscrew/knife of the penny. Trying to extract his truth. From the cleanest/red/semi -sweet

She has SOS

She has a HALP

She has an emergency understanding

Running from yourself and on the white walls everything

spray

spray…

Your happiness is confused, periodically drunk to smithereens. Calls and breathes everything into the phone. The skirt is nervously. And breathes so sophisticated, unbearable. As if mentally torture or rape. Then he presses the discharge. Yes, how it bursts into a voice. What a stilt on the table are glasses. From her snow he tingles in the nose. She has a room with an armor, a stilt house, from her eyes for three miles with cold. He cherishes the floor/living lilies of the valley. And at night everything beats and everything beats on the keys

writes everything

Why do I

God