Роман Востоков - Ты не я я не ты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

He poured out liters of screams onto the platter, rusty titles, supposedly fashionable, like style, your insides have long been rotten, the smell of damp earth, what am I under here today, my soul is killed here, walked along the sidewalk in search of happiness and every other day changed masks for pure buzz and somewhere in the depths of your soul the mind screams stop and tears smear the empty room chair pitl for a moment I’m not dead today I’m just stuck remembering those moments and screams in the back but he didn’t know then that the buzz had left him in the house of the house window in the fog on the foggy glass writing a letter to his mother old photos on the wall your words burned into ashes you fool became the wind again and how I was seduced by love under a blanket cutting my heart kill my nerves I buried everything I thought in the dust about you under a layer of snow the poet is drowning at the bottom White and Red and you are not me I am not you are drowning the smoke I am running after him and let my world get wet in the downpour.