Nasty Nats - 12 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It smokes no less than Winston drinks no less than Holsten comes to visit not asking unnecessary questions, asks nothing. She does not need to promise stars from the sky. It is difficult to offend her in principle, but no one managed to see her offense for more than five minutes. Smoke, and again. She does not know what it is to be silent. I could not understand what she could dream of that cat who prefers to walk in itself. With cats of all stripes of any even with little familiar roofs, lifting its fluffy tail as high as possible. A good lover, but a bad friend Monogamia for her is a synonym for the words of boredom and does not shy away from random ties. For her hobby, what is called dirty. Sorry, you're here, you are not one of those who are married. And something else confuses me in this matter-I am one of those who know something about you. On the hot, tired, tired springs of truth, we will never meet new tomorrow with such aimless, insatiable you, but the night is dark and the lust of handwriting will hide. The binding of flame, caresses, coloring of the face - I was so tired of this in the novel endlessly. There can be no last sheet, the only way to break, avoiding questions. On the one hand, you, on the other, I am different, not wanting to be with you, talk to you, closing in wires, news, last forecasts. The sound of steps, your laughter, the timbre of voices qualify me as a direct threat of my freedom. And so quietly melting days, snow flies, merciless calendars. Give yourself different, give me solo, my calm sleep is half a meter from the floor, where the radio, my lady, and the sunny shore. In the morning cold behind you, closing the doors two turns with a key, the second is pushed with shoulder. Goodbye, innocent in nothing ... ©