Adamant - Больная память - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Where did the memory come? I am with a clean leaf of the eyes, with a clean sheet, I am again!

I will return there, back, and the sky is gentle by hugging, the sky missed me weighty.

I'm in weightlessness at least, over all the problems here, above all the dilemmas,

But only a sore memory on the edge, will pack all conflicts, I will probably stay ...

1 Coupling:

Warm light burns my sick memory, whatever, not remember who were and who were with you,

And I don't hurt sink, all the reagents of the might, some of the madhouse, which got up ... the world around.

And I seemed to be torn again, the stimulus is not intended, because the stimulus is most of the entire stratosphere,

While their image is still looking for love, I dear my feng you, I give you all this!

What was copied there by poison, whatever the roof and a million ideas and paints have broken, but a year ago, everyone is on * yy!

And I would not have noticed, but I am invincible here! And this music has become the leading line of life of my

Remember! You're not me, you hear! Remember! I'm not you and I will not!

In my poles you do not get yourself, but I reflect the dirt of all your day ... You know!

Chorus:

Where did the memory come? I am with a clean leaf of the eyes, with a clean sheet, I am again!

I will return there, back, and the sky is gentle by hugging, the sky missed me weighty.

I'm in weightlessness at least, over all the problems here, above all the dilemmas,

But only a sore memory on the edge, will pack all conflicts, I will probably stay ...

2 verse:

The sediment of the past, hoarse voice, I go to the fallen city,

Where the tears of the rains will sing whose dreams from de-energize.

I here clearly doomed, without the right to be at the bottom, but even there, I will become only stronger,

Flashbakes are pulling me there,

In the distance, where I lived, as one of those simply kneaded in dreams.

And melted, and melted, and as the first snow, was destroyed and clogged, blizzard in my soul, from empty disordeds,

And something hesitates so, give me more good here, and all that I saw it only dirt, dirt, I saw it only dirt.

Shut up and listen to the creature while I am tormented by Mike, all this is not changed here in me, do not change you in me.

I feel with an exclamation, personality as broken glass in the tracks,

But when I'm here I'm just happily because, these lines are burned in memory of my ego.

Chorus:

Where did the memory come? I am with a clean leaf of the eyes, with a clean sheet, I am again!

I will return there, back, and the sky is gentle by hugging, the sky missed me weighty.

I'm in weightlessness at least, over all the problems here, above all the dilemmas,

But only a sore memory on the edge, will pack all conflicts, I will probably stay ...