никого не люблю - стивен - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I catch myself thinking that I catch you on a word, although - to myself, although I have nothing to catch. I no longer catch a buzz and nothing like that, I can’t catch the moment to capture myself in eternity. Sometimes I catch someone’s blow in half asleep, like a dirty ball catches a springy goalkeeper. You catch a taxi, tear leggings, catch your eyes, drink some rubbish. I'm trying to catch positive, leaf through the channels, try to catch a wave of good mood ... In a dream, I have a heroically catch a bullet and scarlet

I flood, making ridiculous body movements. I wake up, I catch the air of dry lips, in the morning some kind of song, in particular-a couple of lines, the most moronic, which just bruise me. I go, sing, curse myself and the author, now and then I catch light glitches. “You will not call me today or tomorrow” - I catch this thought,

Going around sewer hatches. I catch other people's smells with nostrils, every second is disgusting, an unpleasant feeling of surveillance, as if they were caught ... I think why I am Mikhail, not Stephen

Or Matt, so that on “M”, and, it seems, a grimacle, I look with a look at each pillar wretched behind the glasses of the old Petersburg tram ... You are on some wide road

Some Russian car knocks down.

I catch some signals from the space, catch live bait and other people's fluids ... On a wide road, all my ideals lie, forgetting joy and resentment.