Alina Pol-sha - Больно - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The eye sockets are torn. I feel even on my back. Artificial idyll, difference and positive “pi”. 3.14 .. I'm in the red, you are in my venous blood. In the kitchen, the wallpaper is new. I still do not know how to cook. If only you bake your soul in the oven in a rusty pan. And serve after half with a salty puff sea. Fedorino Woe: your numbers and passwords by heart/forever/for two thousand days in an empty compartment. I suffocate for you when there is nothing more to feel at last. The tongue wipe the lollipop. From the smog/rain of gray/rainbow/pains of the roads are bandaged, re -re -rebuilt. Hands weaken and fall to their knees. After the guilt, you want your lips. When rudeness is lost in taverns. And the neighbors of the silence of meters are eager. Liu/Your pain wrapped my nerves. And died. Under the storm bullets. With each dumb “sorry”/ “I don’t like you”/ “We will not see you anymore” I lose control and send a kiss to you with mail pigeons. Your girl loves February. And as a keepsake reads you with a scattering of confetti and postage stamps. Personal cancer of the soul is incurable. This is my post script, your mother.