лунтик - Ода Рефлексии - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My smoked voice, your warm lips, we like to freeze so much, we don’t like clubs. But, of course, they are sure, take my heart, it will be enough for a long time to warm up.

Passers -by are not happy that we are brightly dressed, I would give them a mug, but now it’s not up to it. I am so hopeless, you are so elegant, ideal bed is an empty ceremonial.

Batteries and pipes cried, I kiss, I kiss your delicate lips. And you never know, you never know what people will think, I will never forget this.

You know, to think and steam a useless topic, you and I go up the blade into the sky. And I do not want to be restrained to be ordinary, when you run this rabies through the veins. Flapped glass and paintings with hands, these white walls became clouds for us. You are so beautiful, as if I dream of it, it is only now, it will not happen again.

The will in a fist, thoughts in different directions, black crows walk around my room. On the ceiling of the feelings are lonely collected, they roar with a roar on my head.

I did not go crazy and quite consciously I inhale this poison with the air, the fog does not leave with age, I am looking, I scream in a hoarse voice.

These stripes are black and white, I found love, but lost faith in it, she is alive and she still breathes, and I feel, she is looking for me too.

The head hurts, but there is no aspirin, so why do I drink these pills for coughing. The substitutes for this world are not needed, there is a disease from which there is no medicine.

I need fresh air and I’m not scared, a train ticket, where, it doesn’t matter, I'm not afraid to lose, start everything again, from there I will bring it. I need fresh air and I'm not scared

Sex relaxes, but haunts, before I was good, now tell me what I am. And how immoral in this world is impeccable, pure and correct.

Zero emotions on my face, like from arrest, I silently leave her entrance. Everything is honest, we are not owed to each other, but I feel broken and dirty.

My hands are connected by my hands, standing on the edge, I remember my mother. I think I would upset her if I left this world, without asking her.

But the will in a fist, the will in a fist, the will in a fist, you believe, I will not give up this longing. My thoughts, go to four sides, well, do not touch, do not touch me, crows.

I collect my clothes, leaving south, with me my boys and a couple of friends. With one of them I have long and without a road back, yes, I know her number - Fender from sixty.