РоМД - Настя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I turned the vase, I was again almost stuck to shed immediately, by virtue of the spasm the pain of the tense eye, everything was so slamming, Cheporno, dirty. I am dangerous among those jellies, purely to glue your eyes to the plaster of sleep, and I fucked all these cheap bass than not to see not hear what could be more beautiful? But I left away from their passion, apparently not that suit, I forgot their epostaxis, in my caste, whereas in the rest I see only anyone who does not need the handwriting of the swastika ... and this girl I remembered another, the one that was trembling, playing with flowers different, the body was burning with virgin wine, and that the troping became with Nastya, with her passion? Eye disappeared, grated depressions of longing and sorry rumped brains into pieces and silent, in the clubs of bar smoke, oxane is pretty The black mascara flowed on the cheeks.

Sergey, Sergey, or a buddy, or a husband, something about feelings, mm, yes, from the wine it became empty and swallowed the wilderness, Nastya, and do you feel better there to the same menu sh!

And there were dried by vodka Palenna, more than once kayan, were driven into the chairs, fell in the depths of consciousness, stuck with drama, did not help the holey frames, supplemented the gamu with the walls of the mercy of the ladies, the sharper glasses of the romance faded shawls, blind views It was near, the eyes looked into the mugs, what a crush? I will kill her drunken sluts! Delivered thoughts, gossip sueer, endless lunches feed the dinner, the paintings are blurred, the paintings of the containers, like the glasses of fate are broken, but diffuse new with heat.

Wine whispered about the old one, I uheh thought Sleeping what? I didn't get pain in the look, the eyes of the IC under the hair did not look sliced ​​... that in the spring was cut off both feet uncle coland ... I looked at my mother under the ceiling, swallowed, screamed then, then I was chatter later, despair with dreams and umbrella, left the full sorrows a little old house. Sleets have been erased before, before dust, the eyes were injured for a moment and closed, forgotten, it is impossible to dry, then I couldn't live, I saw the veins, how to play cheekbones, fuck, fuck But how it all lived!

And I remember this bitch, the other thoughts, the phrases, the meaning of said, now she was face to me, but back, and what happened with Nastya, what are you for attacking? Cutting wrists, holey veins, ampoules blind happiness, aura has fallen a long time , burned bonfire bridges are different, the places are dirty. The peaceful adjustment buried to me in my shoulder, in the sense it's nothing here, nothing about it, she still gave warmth, beat his hands on the table, screamed in dusk, but it was not Sloby, breathed hardly deprived me to show myself with a harsh type, but my mind as the enemy was dick, and only when I swallowed brandy on the moment I am a mig and a sick ...

I was just a pity, I feel sorry for the communal dump, uncle Colin chair a rocking chair, the eyes of three year old Misha, in them a little question, did not hear from the birthday and gave birth to a lot of tears, a letter of brother dressed in camouflage, letters without addressee, sorry floor, sorry , it is a pity that what is completed and closed, tenant and buried, and behind the scenes of a sad nastin look ...

The air freshly tried, yes, I didn't drink that way, I flew by a gray fragment, from the four sides of the threatening crushing, I met Perone to spend me ...