Клим Стронский - там, где ты меня не ждешь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Where you do not wait for me to rain with breaks of a couple of seconds, tease my face with pesticides of increased concentration of dirt, they poured inside me and torn my stomach to pieces, where you do not wait for the dark winds of your room

The stains of blood on the windowsill and my love of night winds will bring coolness to me and my wounds in the form of a rose on the kidney and neck I surrender to alcoholic intoxication, a man in the form of a man who delivers me to the department among outsiders I feel killed by Koloto with knife limbs that I stroked your shoulders Nothing forever, but the morning lasts endlessly if the liver is processing your yesterday evening in the morning for a couple of cigarettes forced to faint on the threshold of your house, I could not go to you to another city, the frost, let me destroy me and stop the heartbeat, I tried to survive without surviving without you but from alcohol in the morning, a burning sensation appears, tell me where you went and our fictional children cut our love through the veins with blades of kilometers, but despite this, I believe that someday you come to meet you more likely a week after a week, mixing in the sewer stirring with longing for a week Mother

I stayed with anything where you do not wait for me and do not go to me, the Russians Bomzhms will warm my hands next to the bonfires from the remains of my memory with the blue hands of the mother of Russia this morning, my Russia resembles the posts of the most sad publics, make me worry about your happiness, please come Spring and we melt