Max Pain - Мой личный сорт героини - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I hated you before I found out

A rather conditional confusing image,

And it is unlikely that when I wrote about you,

If I knew where the brake is,

Old songs sounded in the new one,

Hearts did not knock and did not promise

Return to the beginning, to the source file,

Where tears of resentment changed to emoticons,

Where there was no courage to present

I have subcutaneous pain with the late "sorry"

Too much experience, but I choked on a whisper,

And the collective image was not mine.

We will keep silent again, you change in the root

The actress from porn has gone somewhere,

Modest, tender, humble again,

You hear, vulnerable? I went to the dick!

Again to the house, and we cannot in simple

I poison my life and send my soul to coma,

The next morning I will find myself in the arms of another,

New, but the same as you are not.

We smoke and freeze, although it's too late

Someone quenches our dream,

The old topic for the new time:

The third is not superfluous, but a spare.

Curtains in the brains with a veil fell,

The ridiculous scene is painted with blood.

I will wake up later in a disassembled house,

But I can’t remember everything here.

Probably badly guilty

Looking at your bruises,

But I finally made a pussy

Forcing you to answer for love.

And maybe it is impossible, but it will happen again,

Dumb promises of your empty phrases,

And even if sorry, but you will definitely understand

For which I hate pain and lies.

And it may not be so, but it will happen again,

And your tears of your lies is just a liquid from the eyes,

And even if it hurts, then otherwise

And you, because you, only you are your beloved enemy.

Now forever the personal variety of the heroine

Poisoned songs, where bitterness and pain,

And the appearance is different, and the voice, and the name,

But you are the patient's room for me.

Attack for rudeness and assault,

But I do not know how to punish for whore.

I remember not in vain the first day of November,

It turned out that from this very day

In a wide smile from ear to ear,

I have obviously saw a free whore.

The voice tore off and shouted with a whisper,

Still, he shared his experience:

Do not eat hopes, do not take off your clothes

It will drag it deeper to the bottom.

The horse has died, get off and don't think

And if you are weak, it means going out the window,

Then they will be condemned for snotty motives,

Calling you just a worthless rag

You are this verse for them, so what, what is crazy?

The pain has already passed, but the fire is not subsided.

Sediment inside, but say, in the end,

Why are they all on one face?

How many of them will there be? Who were they with?

As paranoia squeezes into the ring.

Thank you very much

For fear, do not be able to love the same way,

Conclusions are made by phrases of bold

I do not know how to appreciate.

New drug-get from reality,

Remember and survive everything again,

Put a personal on display,

Somewhere inside, not being able to forgive.

This is impossible, but it will be repeated more than once

The promises of your empty phrases

No matter how painful it is, you will understand

How I hate a lie.

This is impossible, but it will be repeated more than once

Your tears, just a liquid from the eyes,

It hurts, but otherwise

And you are my favorite enemy.

I remember how, after these constant adventures, when I calculated you, do not understand how, forced you to lay out all the details, starting from the length of the member of this huisos to the exact time of the duration of the process. And you sat, I folded your tids in the palm of my hand. Under the end You even wanted to open. It was not for you not to bother you.