nedonebo - нужно утопить это - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Kommunikia:

Yes fuck me surrendered to you? Yes fuck do you need? Get away from love, how do children go from home unarmed. At such an altitude, where there is no air, drunk, smeared with the pain, all people died, the planet is destroyed, bitch, so it will be better. The covered world, I'm not waiting for anything, here in power - a thousand blades. The cold look approves your usefulness in the city Stairs ... Remember happiness more important than life or death, and the word "love" was already softened, and then we again understand everything without words, flight from their floors ... The stars fall with the sky with rockets, the windows go back in the city ... A beautiful fairy tale will stay a fairy tale, you know the end, I know him too. Someone in me remembers you and waiting for me, hugging the soul inside the warmth, you have been looking for it in the world of empty so long: "Well, why did I find it ???" Khrushchevka will become borrowings, the Red Sky of Dead Suicides, and the sky is not on the rows, the separator, alleged here to understand and save. Sunlight - my droplets beat the surrounded branches in the November fitness. I need it stronger than everything here, and I'm not needed fuck you. I am not fast to die, cosmos, cold, train, Peter, voice on your scourge, I do not return, and do not forget. The happiness of the two kittens, which will be thrown into quantum ripples parents, and I have to trample it, drown it, to trample it ... kill it in yourself, and get lost in orbit, a lonely robot enters the code to somehow confirm it. We are into the world where happy, a fiery sword is like a separator, pain from the resentment, and all hopes need to drown ...

Nedonebo:

I am alcohol for you, so drink to the bottom when you sit alone, stupidly stupid that we are over. But I honestly just wanted to learn to fly, keep you behind my shoulders, you do not believe, but fuck on creativity. When there is something more that was in your eyes, I read them "Leave", you read "do not throw" in my. You are always busy, I know, but you chose my foot myself to trample our castle built from the sand ... I seemed alcohol for you, but you are not drunk. Yes, we have love with you, but it's something else with him. It has confidence and rod-I understand. But believe me - all this is a cry of the soul, I'll go right now in short. But I believed in us, prayed by verse by snaps, looking only for you to be happy. The whole life is like a tunnel, at the end of which you are light, I seemed to be alcohol for you, but suddenly you began to sober. Save me please, from myself, I am here for your traces ready to fly from the roofs of the houses. It got it - there is only a chance between us, because I, too, is not a robot, so that all the life of the chance will lose. I like your alcohol, pour me completely sadness. Not in your taste - yes dick with him, they do not eat drink. Yes, I am a nasty look, but with the aroma of love. Do not replace me with others - just if so, then throw drinking.