найтивыход - little foxes - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Somewhere here in the skull box of memories hundreds of diaphyls

moments stretch for a long time, and bright

And it seems that there is no more strength to endure, suffer

hate people, hate weather and transport in the center

hate the subway, but love the reflection in the rear view mirror

not to hate yourself for the fact that you are weak

, and for stupid old thoughts,

I hung on this route from the songs,

And then I'm down the tangent,

so it’s not familiar to look at the eyes

What once looked with love and affection. hate passers -by, cars and metro sniffs to the extent of paints

people will return in crossings

Do not remember our kisses with you

The beds do not remember hugs and groans,

And the hands lose their sensitivity,

Blood on the hips with tears,

As if I burn out

But I feel again by the soul

We sank into the tiny steel of Khrushchev, I remember, and deeper, inside on the latch,

Closed as if we were here alone in this world, similar drains along the wall are going on as if the beat of the dying is growing,

And a fire will cool in a second,

diluted by you in September,

I draw in the sky drops from the shells of the city and glory,

I love but throws from side to side as if the storms passed in this room. Old elevators of panel houses passed

They did not remember our embrace,

too, gnaws, the heart tears from inside

Go into the subconscious,

In the dreams where you and I will be together.

True, you miss, wanting health and happiness, do not wake up. Somewhere here in the cranial box there will be dashing motifs again, not with a fuse to moisten your throat, write to someone SMS italics. I am again deprishive, inside my own Hiroshima, which means that I will soon hear thanks for the track from the hundreds of the nasal girls. I am not an eccelist, they do not like a spiker and do not forgive mistakes on weekends. I know more painfully cuts, stupid bruises, because I received it with a bat and an awl.