Триада feat Luxor - очки, труба, громкое молчание - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My world was empty when there were no glare of your eyes on these streets of the old ones was looking for them among gray megacities in the salons of expensive cars at high speed on her hands, more accustomed to see the dressings than rolexes, because in my pain there are no room for conscience for new stories there are no repetitions for bitches that they love dirty roles, let's close the topic where these two wrote something to each other at night without an interruption, we knocked out to no avail knowing that the memory would once erase the smell in the direction of the west where the rooms are full of thoughts of slurred legs, because all floors are whining all floors as stages of stuffiness the where she was photographed with him, the stolen body of the groan was shot down that we were laws out of love in the steel shackles and remember who you had the questions and excuses to dry out the tears in one breath her cheeks are ragged and I, in consciousness, I throw a siga, I put the glasses of the pipe loud silence we say goodbye and now everything has frozen

In the city, it is cold, although forty on the thermometer, I let smoke in the wind, my sadness will accelerate the step, far and again upset by me with non -impedes and the tip of the phrases of those dropped, we argue a little that you remember a new quarrel, you are sad, I don’t worthy, it is silent that the dumb night is echoed but I'm ready headlong to fly to you in the sky and I know somewhere under heaven where nothing will get up between us, we melt, leaving everything in the clouds, the carousel is circling the bed with flowers and here and now the dawn is six in the morning in your window, the Light is painfully entering the entrance call in the pain. the door you say hello to take the hand and the time froze and in her eyes I rose

Again, before my eyes, the old notebook again, the bit speaks with the crossings of the notes, the fingers drive the words about it at night so that it is not so difficult, this is not a television show, the operators do not fall asleep do not turn off the cameras here SMS will not send the game without the rules without the rights to repeat from tenderness Before the quarrels, I feel the city, I feel the speed of heavy eyes and tomorrow your dawn will not let my curtains in the columns, you know the story, this finale is deprived of it and it is now one and one thought, I went away from the window, now you can say about us between them a plain Without a edge without a bottom

When it seemed to us that we understood the signals when the glasses were smashed when the oaths were made by love that the lights would not burn out from the inside when we walked at night among the alleys of the altar and how to call children when it was as if my last name I did not know whether you were now you were now and I

I will not get tired of perish from love,

Poisonous in appearance.

To heaven for two,

You call me.