ТТ - 73 - Боль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The ringing of the string soothes the nerves, often the last, becomes the first; Larves, bitch, Blat's masterpieces: What do you prefer? Dollar or Era ... look at you disgusting. There are also friends are the same: it is obvious, it is not envisted, because it is not solid with a somnub in the presence of behaving - harmless, and behind the whisper, to build a goat, then regret, apologize. . . It will be late. You can lose friendship, find it difficult, you remember about the friend - you will be hungry, when behind your back, there will be no parachute, you call the door - does not open - for some reason, it is stupid, to trust someone, everything and so A difficult moment, we dedicate this song to "right people" they know themselves, they will not call them all, they can not listen to, know how to tell them, they have their own opinion. Do not need to prove something, they are not in trouble when they do not leave, when you are cold - you warm with your heart, know what? Do not establish without a fight, look enough to understand what you are frozen, we will make sure that you are going if you don't care what? This is not explained, Mim Showcases, Shining Store, and Johid Look! I consider me paintings. Walking bitch; In skirts, the tail is wagging. . . I hear remember I do not trust anyone, I do not hide it, I am writing in my bus tickets, fragments of truth letters - calendar hieroglyphs. . .