Время - Окутаны дымом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

stop me a step before the shot, become my goal of a chance pain .. The component of your recipes of happiness well, hello, we still have only watches from the windows instead of beautiful smiles and there is nothing to say to us when meeting each other and I used to be here. Any minute to save all feelings drown, and the plans that they go to the bottom as if a holey boat will drag your pool who we are? We stole happiness for no reason or, closed the curtains to meet in the morning, let's just no longer meet you just cease to dream of a baby, and I will forget you with silver wrapped your eyelashes, and I, and I do not understand the letters myself in the verse. I just want to apologize here, we are mistaken, we are also people of feelings with an increased ping, phrases are smeared with smoke, the killed again we will put our happiness, drunken eyes after gambling, we will close our eyes and try to come up with the image of how many excuses are sorry, we are deepening, crush a tourniquet under the ribs If this is the limit of our feelings, then I reached it yes, it happened, the swearing pulled it anchor remembering where you were there, you beat your fists, you cried and you are a good drug, sweeter than a heavenly apple and other shit that inside You defeated me with an accurate and well -aimed blow to the chest cage, now I will connect the wires for myself and my world will be blown up, when we ourselves are to blame for everything in the angles of love, the memory will make all the photos I love your facial expressions of all that I wanted to achieve , changed to a clean sheet of the notebook after an attempt to find himself higher than the feeling with increased ping, phrases were smeared with smoke, killed again, who were again packed us with happiness, drunken eyes after gambling is connected by poles with her, against the background of this fence from high -rise buildings. My sky is slightly stuck, it does not fumble. With you is a dile nearby, not a good guy. Save me my love! And then the music will pull on the bottom, the Mexican, or Kubinochka, the parents soar, the parents are soaring in fog, and with whom the next night spends the next night with whom. Believe me, I am a barefoot and all yours are repeating, loss, cross out from your life for a new week. We flew, soared, only we could! Bridges burned behind him, and we burned ships. And if this smoke infuriates you, then I will not, now my addressee is lost, waiting for a miracle. And you and I were looking for stars somewhere there at the bottom, so little in common, but you come to me