Рем Дигга - Настя SASHAGOL - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I turned the vase turned over

Again, I was almost moaned on them at once,

Due to the spasm, the pain of the tense eye,

Everything was so wretched, blank, dirty.

I am dangerous among those pleasures,

Purely tie your eyes with a patch of haste

And I fucked all these cheap fables than not to see not to hear what could be more beautiful?

But I went far from their passion, apparently not that suit, I forgot their epistasy,

In my caste, while in the rest I see only the unable to handwriting of the swastika ...

And I remembered this girl different

the one that trembled, played with different flowers

, the body burned with virgin guilt,

And what did the Tepr become with Nastya, with her passion?

Eyes disappeared, grated depressions of longing and sadness tore the brains for pieces and were silent, in clubs of bar smoke,

Olarly, black mascara flowed on the cheeks.

Sergey, Serezhenka is either a friend, or husband,

Something about feelings, mm, yes, from wine it became empty and ironed the wilderness,

Nastyusha well, eat better there the same menu w!

And there they jerked vodka of the wanderer,

More than once kayani

were driven into chairs

puffed into the bowels of consciousness, stink of drama,

Disaded frames did not help,

The Gamu was supplemented with the walls of merged ladies,

shuffling glasses romance of a faded shawl,

blind glances, oozing pus from charm,

It was nearby, eyes looked into the mugs, what kind of annoyance?

Let's kill her with drunk whores!

Lighting gossip,

Endless impoveris feeds dinner,

The paintings are blurred

Taras are bursting,

as if glasses of fate are broken,

But it is spilled in a new one with heat.

The wine whispered about the old, I thought it was crazy or something? I did not heed in my eyes, my eyes were not looking under the hair ... That spring they cut off both legs to Uncle Kolya ... I looked at my mother under the ceiling, swallowed a lump, shouted later, then screamed, then scream Then she set off, saved with dreams and an umbrella, left a small old house full of sadness. The slats were not worn out, to the dust, the eyes were played for a moment and closed, they forgot, we couldn’t turn up, I saw the veins, how the cheekbones played, fucking, But somehow they lived!

And I remembered this bitch, other thoughts, phrases, the meaning of what was said, now she was a face to me, but what has become with Nastya, what kind of misfortune? Cut wrists, leaky veins, ampoules of blind happiness, the aura faded for a long time burned the bridges of the bonfires are different, the places are dirty. The grunting collapse buried my shoulder, in the sense it has nothing to do with it, nothing, she still gave warmth, she beat the table with her hands, screamed a fool, but it was not that in the dusk. sobs, breathing heavily deprived me of showing himself with a harsh type, but my gaze as an enemy was Dick, and only when the cognac was sipping for a moment and sneaked ...

I just sorry, I feel sorry for that junk, uncle Colin’s chair, the eyes of a three summer Misha, they didn’t hear a dumb question, they didn’t hear from his birth and gave birth to a lot of tears. , it’s a pity what is completed and closed, the dolistan and buried, and behind the scenes a dull nastin look ...

The fresh air sober, and I didn’t really drink that, flew by a gray fragment, threatening to crush four sides, Poron met me to conduct ...