Минус - АСФИКСИЯ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

About this pleasant smell of emptiness he manits me from the same time and I don't need a support for them. Passing through the darkness as the wind on the leaves, as if on the field of snow. By inertia, I go further. Love is worthy only a bottle of wine. Only the degree of sincerity and again through the floor is important. I dying my field burned to the alert. What is love? Give me to see her. Wines flows in veins. And on top of the plugs are carved ships. About this pleasant smell of emptiness. Black eyes were alone whose look all to the drop swallowed pupils and stand. Remembering all those kisses. Which gently folded in the bag for ice. And cleaned in the freezer when I get very much i'm a frost