Crouch - Бессонница - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Insomnia in a non-stop, a hundred stops before my eyes, love is spilled on the table now in piles, I dilute the emotions on the face with juice, let's forget, go out with you, not a word only.

I'm not serious to horror, well, true,

I am the best, my mother told me as a child,

Her words appreciated her, as I appreciate and still,

Even among quarrels, I hope this is only a dream

Love is ready to give, but must pass the deadline

It doesn't matter a month or a year, but love is ready to give,

I am a cat among the March cats, although I am a mole in love, I breathed it in the spring, that's all.

I loved me, I loved, but I never fought,

Diverge without offense, I do not keep anger in myself

But if only on himself, and on her,

I thought she would melt the endless ice

Drawing oxygen for new lines under the evening

When sadness flows, there are no smiles, not the same

Not words anymore, not the eyes in front of me

I am not so painful now

Insomnia in a non-stop, a hundred stops before my eyes, love is spilled on the table now in piles, I dilute the emotions on the face with juice, let's forget, go out with you, not a word only.

Let's forget the absurdity, all fruitability,

Let's forget with you inappropriate roses,

We will sew on all grievances, we will push the past,

After all, what was new before was now worried.

And you remember the summer, it was so carefree

2009th, it seems, walks along Neglinnaya,

A bench and a song if we could,

And we could only if there weren’t us then.

Then an active search, but all the locators were lost,

Now the fate is already unanimous,

I am a skeptic, but I will see soon I will believe the cards,

I want to ask them only one thing, how are you there?

Do not believe the words of others, value only actions,

Take off your noodles from your ears and put it on bags,

And I am still the same Vova, I put the words by notes,

Night life and all things, insomnia by non-stop.