Лёша Маестро - пиши - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Well, what is love? Love is when no one needs to fuck anything, this is my definition. Maestro, it does not load a lot, but dick with him. In the morning, I scored, thought, dried corpses on the blanket, some kind of doll was wrapped in it. Cashel, a cold, this fool brought from the club. The consumption form is rude. I learned to think ... how fucked up. And I loved and my breath was knocked out, as if dumbfounded under the breath, my eyes shine, it fucks, no tears, but smoke. Swat everything with memory, probably you wiped the clip, the clicks of screams, sobs, sobs click. I have been saturated with me? Tell me all the feelings of the vast? I gathered somewhere and live a broken heart. This is not important even who was the last epigraph, he loved scriptum. Such a modest, at home sits and presses on the buttons when he does not know that he does not know that he does not know that he does not know that he does not know that he does not know reply, answers with brackets. You are not special, let's try it again. No, but I’m very much like a fervent? And you want to honestly? In me, there was a maestro in me, such a fatal outcome of these sad consequences. You are Lovenok Svetsky, forgive me for the truth In the text, but to touch you after the majors disobeyed. I walked on the blade, and I was glad for you, my heart was cut, and your image is cut into my memory. Printses, Gray, again these emotions, bursts, I am the first who broke it off .. . Heavenly stars ... Heavenly stars ... seemed to be summer, but in the heart everything is somehow straight along the winter. But take it and, if anything wrong ... you do, do it, damn it, it will be so Beautiful, red nose, lips of the blue, and the eyes shine. No one understands, probably, the nerves are simply stretched, I let it down through the veins, again, again ... Perhaps you were the first, you write to me on the wall, Idi probably forgot ... Watch ... Watch ... Watch ...