Nibraska ft. Tasya Guseva - любовь на веки вечные - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Antidepressants. The refrigerator is closed. Well, imagine you yourself - as if on the guillotine, she laid her head, sitting in pursuit of a dream, but this dream is false, to be a standard, such as from the cover of Vogye. The plumb line is excitement. Cloules his eyes, again drunk prose, partly, this is an eraser that washed her path back to female happiness. And my mother also begs to start eating it, but late, because everything has already eaten anorexia. From the bones of a mess, alive, but there is no here, because the monster in the mirror orders: -"kill yourself." The depression will not drive away the course of tablets. Desire to survive? Yes, there simply is not him. She dreams of dreams - the number 30 ... Libra ... but there will be a miracle if she lives until spring. Chorus: Bones are beautiful, a couple of kilograms, and, as I dreamed, I will become an ideal ... But my mother is tired, and there was no strength left to take victory over the anorexia. Previously, it was completely different: with an example at school, with a dense braid - beautiful, like Venus. But the nervous anorexia curtained the eye and, the parents, lamenting, saw how their daughter was melting, drowning in a swamp from the rules of food, dreaming of finding a thin waist. It is useless to expel the idea. She is so light that it is now dancing over the abyss. People in robes. Ward. Hospital. Officer. The extreme measure, so it is necessary to forget the deadly dances, have not yet been ruined, but rehabilitation will turn into bulimia. And his hands cooled down. Dreams, as in "Silent Hill" became dust, the battle is lost. She stumbled and disappeared in the abyss, becoming another cross in the cemetery of this disease.