Max Pain - Ничто не поменялось - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It seems to be everything, as usual, nothing has changed:

Things in their usual places also remained,

I draw love with letters in my rumpled notebook,

And I'm fine, my favorite tea is still sweet.

The sun blinds my eyes, and I am in my hole, like me

I don’t get out of the networks until the ice melts on the rivers,

Spring quietly gains a move to the sounds of a drop,

Two calendar fours, probably the best day of April,

But not so much has passed ... maybe two weeks

This canvators, but not the point, I do not consider time,

I smoke all the same as much, only business, I'm sorry, not in you,

I myself decided everything for two, I decided to be on my own.

You say that a fool, well, how is it like that

Live? Tell me ... my temper ... was wrong, and you ...

Hook, but not with me, love

Only yourself, look at it from a height

Homegrown cat with symptoms of depression,

Treat yourself with me with written songs ...

Do you Remember Me? And then the words are not on the topic ...

The voice of love is carried by pain according to the circulatory system.

-I heard that you have depresses again ... how are you?

-It, it’s better ... Che ... everything, as always ... You might think, something has changed with her departure ... In my opinion, as it was, everything remains ...

-M-yes ... you will frantically fuck ...

-I grow up ... blasphemy ...

Nothing changed, the same sweet ... but muddy,

And there is no more SMS: "Beloved, good morning."

The inscriptions in the notebook are more rolling on sore seizures,

And I'm fine, but in some, fucking, dick order.

I smoke on an empty stomach, my loved ones, I'm sorry:

God sees that it is sincerely painful, but the matter is not at all in gastritis.

The sun blinds, but does not warm, too strange for April,

On the birthday of your own soul, it is chained to bed.

"Ketorol" and mother's decoctions instead of bread for breakfast,

And dreams with the eyes of promises of the color of the sky for tomorrow,

Four, zero four-happy birthday, personal date,

Everything is so pussy, right as I once conceived.

Pain without result, I am stripped with her, so much so that you can’t glue

Someday he will hook, then you will check, believe,

You will choke on your self -esteem and strangle pride,

Only now this is yours, already a separate story (already a separate story).