Фарик Назарбаев - А ведь внатуре больно - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

But in kind it hurts when you lose someone, only out of habit of your phone numbers. A couple of matches have come out, try fire in my soul on the light, otherwise the winter will be cold. And it is not love to the campaign, but there was a flash and all yours Girlfriends and all my books there. Everything seems to be all right, but something was superfluous and my character is normal, only the voice of the fucking one was fast. But only in terms of the spirit, you ruffling everything in half and there the fire will go out. You stop wounding my heart so much, your breath has forgotten what happened before, call my friends again, call the whore Bati again, again thunders dishes, again not in adequate (. ...) in my soul it is so painful as if the wounds with salt, I will touch my palm and pull your tears. With my sadness, I will hide the fuck deep in myself and let us go, then we will start a new one. It hurts like a wound with a salt and pull out with salt and pull out Your tears, my sadness I will hide deeply in myself and let us go, and then we will start by but howl. And this silence only my ears are dringing out alone in these corridors of the stuffy, I need to resist, run somewhere, we're at the start right there I will drag out more tightly. Where is the time there and together with it, let's go to the sky, come on a couple more circles And for forgetting the problem to remain a person among this false scene, I hang out the prices for these mannequins here .........