найтивыход - Варвара - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Barbara was crying at night today, she was afraid that the morning would not come.

Patients all people who are spitting only believe in the plexus of fate.

The musicians did not sing, but the ladies suffered, and they drank cherry smoothies.

The poets were rushing around in St. Petersburg squares expecting that they would finally let them go.

The half -dead hands in cuts and abrasions, apparently, Barbara missed her mother, loved the same songs and cry in the corner at night. At first, everything is tolerable and even pleasant, but the blade climbs deeper under the skin, Barbara suffered and cried simply, depending on her favorite house-2.

This guy crashes so much in memory that thoughts about him are a familiar thing, the unfortunate body of the poor Barbara poorly wanted simple heat.

Well, the hands in the cuts were already numb from spilled blood to the sweater and hips.

Charging sat down and a player without songs, she sang Bi-2 songs to herself.

I almost noticed how you found myself at the side at the right time.

This music again stifled us together, forgiving us all the sentiments.

Your loved ones will never understand this pain, except that they will shook their shoulders again.

And there is no comfort at home, and in the bathroom a corpse on the floor.

Just remember, Barbara, you will no longer meet lights of lanterns, and beautiful views, and even if views in place in the shade, where you were together all the time.

In this room, only the smell of iron and the corpse on the floor, all in tears and blood.

Just remember, Barbara, the moments of our pure and bright love.