Just - Мёртвая годовщина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Today we could have been 3 years old,

But on the soul of anxiety,

And on how you cool down a little,

And from the fact that you are a little from the other.

I passersby in the asphalt

Notes from Lordom

And each of them is given to God God,

Man, read

And this night I did not sleep for a long time,

After all, I was looking for a notch to cover you in her

For memory.

I don't want you to remember me in the longing,

I will cut a smile with a knife on my face,

And by the way, here's a ring on your finger,

And what to wear it already to solve you.

without the right to dream

without the right to the last call,

I'm not waiting for me here

I gently shut down in the arms of the string,

Runly ask.

In this little sad day,

In me, suddenly someone died all.

and behind someone's laughter

And I'm afraid now that it's not a dream,

And I do not wake up warm.

Our gentle August to freeze began suddenly.

Nobody filed even a sign hiding from the hands.

These fragments of accumulated days

Once love lived in us,

Now we are the dead in it.

Abortion and not.

Today we could have been 3 years old,

But you have all the kayfovo,

And I donkey shed to you.

Remember how I shouted: fasting, I feel bad!

do you do not care, so let me down in the wag

I will go beyond the horizon of microbe ..

Zapoi you are vodka with juice,

or wine for evil them

So would not see the legs,

And you are an innocent smile and we closed your mouth into the forehead.

Without the right to family

without the right to dawn together with that

Oplex if he was able.

not to see evil here

But you see something else with me,

But not a finish bill.

Want with me, you will merge me

come to me; Vali from here away

This is not the former I!

I'm sorry,

Today I am unrestrained for the whole world,

As if in a moment, there was no local one.

I have a feeling that we had a crumb love,

But someone else took and went

took away and she trembled once, drown again,

She was found, but Dr. Motal his head

She is deaf in a coma.

Our gentle August to freeze began suddenly

No one applied even a sign hiding from hands,

These fragments of accumulated days,

Once love lived in us,

Now we are the dead in it.

Abortion and not.

I promised my bed month,

I satisfied the other later.

Yes, sometimes it infuriates it.

Experiments on themselves.

In the end, how much pain in me will fit?

My petrel was silent tiredly.

It is so fragile in these devices,

What seems to be drowned there

But I do not believe that her blows in the chest are shuffled,

She is a fighter, she herself can stick everyone.

Sometimes she opens eyes. On a moment.

This fog is so tease.

Today is a holiday on this bed,

and you are not sleeping somewhere and do not remember

Today we could become older.

Could ... it's stupid to deny that we need her, and she is throat for us, we must have it, and should have been in childbirth. Today ... Today we could have been 3 years old.