De Trah - Подруги - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fashion dictates who you are. These are your worries.

Dry with boredom, go to my hands. All your friends are bitches.

Weaved in hand, a series of betrayals.

Choose your paradise, that's all you have left.

Choose, this is what gives fatigue.

Choose, that’s all you have left.

Choose, this is what gives fatigue.

Closer to night, very confused.

Money is in their hands, and yet they die from boredom. All your friends are bitches. Weaved in hand, a series of betrayals.

Choose your paradise, that's all you have left.

Choose, this is what gives fatigue.

Choose, that’s all you have left.

Choose, this is what gives fatigue.