christina kasymova - изрезанное бритвами тело - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Body cut, gently smoldering. So the asking "touch." Touch on seconds, milimiters. The sweetness of the morning, awakened you from a deep hug of sleep. Sleep about love and about together, about what are ready for everything in ay-si-ku, and after sweet tea you just turn on the ki-Q. No, no, I don’t ask, I don’t say, I can’t, I don’t want, and I don’t even pray even .. Someone put only me on a strange pause. And life flows, and Sakura will be blossomed very soon. And our, such relatives, so close, such ... like the last summer, will grow sweet buds. They hint that May is already. Already quite May. Take all the pain in yourself, my hands have completely expired. And scars above the chest. Under the right edge, everyone whines, whine. How to forget the month from which it all started? Silently drink vodka, pouring the heart, corrupting all the pain through the body. Exactly 27. "Don't take the phone. I drink today"

- Please do not spark anymore. She herself has already cut everything that can already be cut to "one new". Or the old, lost by megabytes.

- What are you talking about?

- No, not mine, I do not believe, it cannot, will not, he will not, he doesn’t jerk .. it crashes. With 7 Rivne. A free bird with large wings, and with that large and warm. I forgot about the cold and close, my own, with a bang through the veins, injections. diseases of the very one that was once called "I can’t," "I will not let go", "I will not become", "I will not live." But they are still alive, both are alive. But I do not live. And when they ask to forget, lose, do not select again, just say that you need to fly again. I will not take off, my runway is crippled, my long, and just mine. Hubble, beaten alive. I pray louder, maybe I shout so quietly ..

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- Sorry, too much superfluous, we should not pray for the past and cry in the dead spring. Just strawberries were replaced by smells, a cold coconut and a sweet degree ..