Плохой автор - Мне тебя мало... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Relations are the union of two people who are ready to work on them. If one of them is not ready, then such relationships are doomed to failure.

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You know, sometimes you are so few ...

And this feeling cannot be measured in grams,

in sums or in the number of letters,

I am stupidly a little to me.

You sometimes know so little to me,

It is like the truth from a stubborn boor.

As if advertising and in the intervals are our meetings,

And each as the first, we are speechless.

You sometimes know so little to me,

Like the dawn scarlet, like marble.

I know, sometimes I am a complete asshole,

But I need you for lunch dinner and breakfast.

This girl is like a shade of paradise

Hugging, I am dying that I myself do not know with me,

You know I need a dream, but I don't sleep

The conversation and thoughts of you-I smoke plus.

I don’t have enough of you, how much would I have not played with me,

squeezing feelings, and screaming something,

a lot of complaints but not find an analogue for you,

Hugging an understanding how I missed you.

You know, sometimes you are so few of you,

No, I'm not drunk, I'm sorry that it's so early.

Lying together until the morning was planned.

And this thought has broken me more than once.

I do not have enough of you, as if bankers are their capital,

The city of clean quarters, drunk broken glasses.

Spit on your friends, spit on my corrals.

Give me a hand and our world will not be broken.

Yes, my dear, I hear everything

And even if I'm not next to you.

But let's go to clean water, we are all sorts of excesses,

I will not find such another ...

Rushing me to feel next to you all,

And if I don’t care why do I remember all these dates?

I am angry/swear, but you know all this loving.

And feelings for you make me rich.

And you like it so much when I'm angry

But you don't want to bring me for no reason.

And I share all my own with you.

And in the rain you will ask me to throw a hood.

Apparently in me what you need so,

This is not money, no and obviously not friendship.

I feel all of you touching with my palms

Around some people, at all, do not care who they are.

You know, sometimes you are so few ...

And this feeling cannot be measured in grams,

in sums or in the number of letters,

I am so few of you.