УННВ - День без тебя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I have a drusting on the ninth floor, smoke ricochet.

Stone, scissors, paper or powder

Pour to your tablet, people sat down, will be witching, the light fit was silent, they lied on them.

The case is sewn, and I live, the day is without you, with my mistakes.

Sometimes porscho, when the volunteer is full of fakes,

And the molded, become disappears in concrete more often.

Day or two, or five, or a month, laugh, it will be more often a sad song.

Day without you - already forgotten, no more fun.

Thoughts past the head, in business, the network of evil far sent and I am not to sleep.

Casino - the lair of the skunk, everything will be fed and drink vodka, not biting.

The angles are mounted, everything is clear and successfully completed this rite.

will of his flight, to the stars to rush from the swamp, in the clean air particle

inhale living for someone. Purry of its own flesh, without a pretty pilot

The world is filled with beauty, where I have vomiting from people.

without a face, but still pray, about the help of the Creator, he is faith in you all the way to find who

And without that bitch, it is more important that the person will remain in a com.

Day without you, but without which and who he is - I am and what it is, and let it rows this mulzo, I will not fight for evil.

You went fuck, I'll just live and here you do not decide who to love and what to smoke.

Life is giving a smile, I will give her to give it to giving people to jump, and the happiness of the pit is digging.

Motionally, I'm not for good, good to create and I am ready in the empty boiler all my life to cook my love.

As a lost sheep, behind you, you lead, the gold ring, the gold-plated brooch, but now I am white snow and I fuck your lies -, the sun will smear me, the rain will smear me.

As a lost sheep, behind you, you lead, the golden ring, the gilded brooch, but now I am white snow and I fuck your lie - I will smear the sun, I will rain smear.

Without you inside ourselves, as an impaired word, and we are similar, yes, but accurately less kropol,

and fuck in the end that there was consuming poplar, in my hand, your hand, so it will be even without you,

I will solve this problem, with one blow of the ax, put myself in a black package and take it time for us.

We replace your veins, on the utmost wires who said that there is no breakdown from good.

The sick heart sends, in pieces of anywhere, the recipe of these local bolets, dock in the secrecy of the belief, she screamed: what's wrong with you? In her ears noise with surf, nothing is forever under the moon, the beauty became Satan.