пк - Извени я не писал давно, я бухал в гавно - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm sorry I did not write a long time ago, I probably have nothing to do, I'm grooming in shit and waited when you end the evening. When the candles go out and the sun will light, when it will be too late to chew a story. Everyone, again, again, to worry, write to write in the notebook, translating just like that. Just the lips shaking the air, say that you remember, but there is a lot, but it is difficult. I know for sure that every night, closing my eyes, you see how everything was, before everything evaporated. When all the angels fell asleep, peacefully folded their wings and my city again, again enveloped smoke. Past quiet, and empty quarters, this song, campaign just for you and played. And never more, not to recruit you, maybe I will regret, because you regret already.

If suddenly I forget, then you will remind you - for sure, I have every rustle, and whispering this warm night.

No one knows where the ships gone, I'm not with you but you have inside.

And maybe tomorrow will be like yesterday, breakfast, day, waking up, eyes in the eyes. But so far, as it dims ducks the shots back, MP memory, Trani - do not pull, will harm on the brakes. Closed curtains, not a desire to be with him locked up, he forbidden, he does not want to hear: - Sorry. I'm leaving, take the keys and no longer call. In principle, thoughts are tucked to admit, but alas, the second day dimly, the music saves and only rejoissed garbage, gives a muse, the fact that inside is not artificial. Do not blame me and me, other people's prejudices, the reasons for broken utensils in essence

Hate the 3rd Yamakashi, feel conscience, because not right, is it not true? You continue to live according to the concepts, and I trust love.