Princesse Angine - Терапевтический Рок - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You see, it’s so smooth and quiet here without me. See.

You see, you can easily sleep without me.

You see, my reproaches are bitter, but you swallowed everything and are in no hurry to accuse without letting go of the bit or unclenching your hands.

When you cross the threshold, you fly onto the glass on your stomach.

Therapeutic rock, leaving everything for later.

Therapy rock.

Therapeutic folk.

Prevention blues.

To know what to do, to change something. I wish I knew.

If I had known what to change, I would have changed it long ago.

You sold something profitably, but you moderated your ardor, but you remained who you were, you didn’t want to, maybe you would have forgotten everything, but you didn’t forget anything.

When you cross the threshold, you fly onto the glass on your stomach.

Therapeutic rock, leaving everything for later.

Therapy rock.

Therapeutic folk.

Prevention blues.

Listen to what my soul is silent about again. Listen.

Into the ears, drop by drop, sounds slowly.

Listen and don’t interfere, and don’t drown out my unspoken phrases:

I don't hold you again.

I don't hold you two.

And I don't hold you three.

Crossing the threshold, you understand that it is impossible.

But this is rock, he doesn’t care that we are friends.

Therapy rock.

Therapeutic folk.

Prophylactic

We know it's all a show. We have a full house, but God knows that if everything is good, then somewhere there is a catch.

Therapy rock.

Therapeutic folk.

Preventative jazz.

Periodically in us.