Бумбокс и Баста - Наркотик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Uuuey hey .... uo ... uuuyoo ... chorus: you gained pain in me like drugs in syringes, played with passion, passing the poison for medicine, and these pesticides - for a long time in me, so it became a cynic, and it seems, it seems, it seems , I got hooked on this rubbish. You gained pain in me like drugs in syringes, played with passion, giving up the poison for medicine, and these pesticides have long been in me, so it became a cynic, and it seems that you got hooked on this rubbish. Outside the window, people are flickering, you know, but now I don’t curse our meeting, it is easier for me. But every evening, as on the schedule, a dope consciousness, and floating along the waves of my memories. I could not know in advance that you are also not normal, because they endowed these new dates with something new. You are an anomaly, therefore not love, but I had a mania with you, mixed with a cry and abuse. I know that there is peace, but here is a stone on your heart, your new guy is indispensable - well, a gift for mom. I do not reproach, I myself did a lot incorrectly; I was looking for you in the eyes of some bitches, running away from myself. But I don’t have a drop, it’s not sorry for them, because they only interfered! Imagine, I'm so tired of loving you, and you are also empty. Just if they gave a chance to reinforce these years (nonsense!), I would have come first, and would quietly say: “Hello” Chorus: you gained pain in me, like drugs in syringes, played with passion, giving out the poison for medicine, and these pesticides - For a long time in me, so he became a cynic, and, it seems, got hooked on this rubbish. You gained pain in me like drugs in syringes, played with passion, giving up the poison for medicine, and these pesticides have long been in me, so it became a cynic, and it seems that you got hooked on this rubbish. All these verses are now paper that flies from the windows, laying around the house of the damned, what's the point? I wrap me in a cocoon, I forgot my peace; Like lonely among copies of people, among people who are bad. And I’m trying to write poetry about love, about parting, about distances, and just wounds, I stretch for kilometers back, and this music is the trash from attempts to say something. To you, this request (after all, you are like Lady) to fly (and do not excite gossip) of ordinary inhabitants (this life), and I miss you so much, sorry. My city was tired of listening to how I scream for you, the article is going to me Fortune about the world of shadows. All my songs are about this, depression - I will soon go sop it, I guess. Autumn thunder, I'm going upstairs! Loss (guitar). Chorus: You gained pain in me, like drugs in syringes, played with passion, passing away the poison for medicine, and these pesticides - for a long time in me, therefore became a cynic, and, it seems, got hooked on this rubbish. You gained pain in me like drugs in syringes, played with passion, giving up the poison for medicine, and these pesticides have long been in me, so it became a cynic, and it seems that you got hooked on this rubbish. I know ... drugs ... drugs ... drugs ... drugs ...