ALBERN - Vice - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Close behind you, leave this world behind your back: bogged down in the mud and smelled of gasoline

In this apartment Miami, only a jamb is no reflection

Forget about the neuar outside the window and about forever fucking passive demons with xiva

We smoke like hippies, but this does not mean that we are against violence

The force tore off the clock from the wrist, we do not need them- according to the plan, another mechanism from the springs

In the frantic dance of winter, spin, because you are like a snowflake

At first, not like everyone else, but you are like it in fishing bait

This smelly hash will deprive us of both a collection

Your long legs, put them on my broad shoulders

Parting the path in fuel snow, I returned to you mutilated

I ask you, cure you, because you have nothing to teach me in general

Just go out and go back, I need to go back on the road tomorrow in the evening

(Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I?

Even the smell of snow, even the smell of snow, even the smell of snow from its dark lips ...)

Where am I? Everything around in the snow, even the smell of snow from her dark lips

I will touch them and smile- well, I'm probably too stupid

White curls, dark hoodies, on a thin wrist of a spider tattoo

People draw you differently, but I understood who you are probably

Look, this world is rotten- it is covered with oilcloths from swear words

It’s not at all to return to the buzz, but I dropped my love there

Please, let go, I need to go, let the Nikes are torn off 'and legs in the blood

Wait for me, and at the end of the path I will meet you with all my heart again

Here, do not be afraid, inhale these miracle dars of magic pollen

Now fall asleep under these basses that I take for shots of howitzers

She calls me on the road, but today is nowhere

That tall in the sky, let the star will illuminate all the graves of the deceased labor heroes

Yes, road is nonsense, come on in the city of vices we will arrange Weiss (Weiss)

We stuck to each other with empty bodies, although you have not drunk at all

Passion is not in me, I may be a poet, but definitely not Yesenin

Yes, your body is a temple, but I do not go there even on Sundays

Everything, I have recovered, get to the fire now enough strength

The backpack lay on his shoulders with a heavy load, and I forgot how much I endured

I went, thanks for the meeting. I ask you, do not see

You do not need to accompany, I am taught by you, I have a scar on my back from a knife