Катя Олива - Пластик и ты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Plastic in Vienna. In the fault of blood. In the blood, the drug is you. At least you know what love is? The world of opportunities, many ways, roads. Yes, you can’t say right away. You take and smear the porcelain glass with yellow colors. Although the yellow color never loved ... It reminds me of scorched hair carelessly split at the ends. Smoke in the hair. A cigarette on the windowsill. And as soon as the curtains are silent and not disdain? They are always all the most difficult- to look at us. Watch how to eat themselves candles in the evening. And we sleep.

And no one ever loved anyone here. It’s so simple to pity, out of habit. But there are few reasons in quotation marks? And you are quieter, otherwise you will talk. And pushing more tightly, so that you do not go crazy. Neither me nor to myself, none of us. No need to swallow ascorbines and take them for a potent analgin. It's just that I have long been a runny nose, plastic, wine, blood and you ...