Lykke - Спектакль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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And we cover the pastels, the night will not leave traces in the ocean of oblivion

We dotted "and."

Throw the share of doubt, the release of my waves

They will tell you about hopeless power that did not reach euphoria.

1 to.

You have seen a lady, I don't need your eyes,

Just bed scenes that they would please us.

But you will not understand this to the very end, I'm sorry.

I intend to play enough body and feelings.

Listen to my breath, I will kiss your soul with a word affectionate

And you listen to him, but it is so dangerous, because

I am hypocritical, hiding a lie under the mask, and I should not believe.

Smile, laughter, walk around the empty city, everything is unsteady, flattery,

But you do not see - such is a handwriting. Palms in the palms

The stupefying aromas of the night is more and more clearly.

Empty promises on the lips, typical phrases waltz

The back rows of the cinema, the time of caresses for us.

Tower rhythms, heart for a bit,

We are subsidized, lust, and this hour is close.

2k.

And then according to the scenario, the scene is like in a movie, I will show in detail that my gutter is longing.

Your nature of the bitch finally blurted out the face, you are a self -taught in terms of releasing such indecent games.

Let's dull in this symmetry of the moment, you are dissolved in the negligence, a symptom of a slutty mentality.

This bilateral coin, it beckons, we are blinded, we throw ourselves like anomalous.

But I’m an immoral type, but you don’t know, I would be disgusting to you if I hadn’t shown this falsehood here.

I got on the list, an enchanting jacket over the body, I like to put these paintings daily.

I eat my heart for lunch, a cocktail intimate by itself for dessert, here for any qualification.

We will not break lovingly. I hate this trouble, I need to see your screeching anger.

3k.

Yes, I played the performance of the poet in love, but you know the baby

Simply, I wanted to do it with you.

You are beckoning me with vulgar stories, but we set this play with you.

You will call me a cattle, blows on the face with your palms, leave traces on the cheek

This is a panorama of hatred. Your thoughts, about how you and me,

They unconditionally rushed at this height.

“Leave me alone”, you say rudely, “You are silent for a minute”

I will finally touch the strand, it is unbridled,

He throws that without getting, he shouts: "You are scum!" Tears flow, ha, and I don't care.

I’ll slam the door slam and in the trace in a half -whisper: "Goodbye."

I breathe in the smoke, it is time to look for the next mocking role,

You are experienced of course, and even somewhere there was a class, but it is still important for me to play a new farce here