coveaur - необходимые вещи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

But you are admiring others more than me, like that, more than me. And it hurts me, for the living. An electric paradise of the ceiling, this is only the beginning, I think so, how great it is to live in a light bulb, slowly burn, rot in front of a white screen. For nihilism, they did not give diplomas, for sophuism, it is not sorry for the hands, bitches, dragged me into their holes, and I succumbed.

yourself on your mind, soberly sober, you look differently at things. We have something to do with you, but in this universe, we are not loved by ourselves, veiled, and voices and cordially, it fails not these, and this fucking spring. I decompose during my lifetime, we are strung on page bindings, where the secret life of the bees is, we have something about you, we have something about. But your thin nature fucks from the roofing, the evening one, having pouring at the station, I will soon be staring and begin to freeze with the homeless, spend the night to the sobering. No, have you seen? How do people change money? And you thought huli, weighing the Duma. So jealous that you can’t show, no one has been walking on the ice for a long time, and your envy weaves back to the bottom, a mental sediment leaves, everything is fucked up. Pancakes with an unknown filling, dick coffee with a package, about such a breakfast, I dreamed from childhood. It’s not surprising the bonfire in the porch, instead, the legs to the beat are hit on the stairwell, you yourself are the owners of your dreams, sitting so easiest. Nothing will happen today if you got up about 12 hours. Thanks to Titus for being seized with ends. Then think for yourself that, who, with whom, and who locked it right now in a quiet comor. That's the easiest way.