Rody - Бесплатный подарок на каждый день - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Intro:

Crows circling me, I myself will become a free gift for a day everyone.

Will help.

Verse 1:

Personal, like something sickening, diverting clouds to the side,

The thickening of them is more, the rain will wash the nerves, the reflection in a puddle will show,

Causing the desire to run away, closer to the trash, they will not disturb me here, they will forget about me, it’s easier for me.

It will not remind you to live alone, I will erase my outlines from this city, I feel sick.

There was no strength in the blow, constant fatigue, pity, helplessness in the soul.

Mascara is spreading, I never felt humiliation, stronger than that. Clutching fists with powerless anger. There is no one to hit.

My birthdays do not further exist, I see how the ball was blown away, this postcard became too much,

My faith is absent, broken.

Let others poison these cakes in life

Chorus:

So what, I was once beautiful,

They respect only the one with whom the force abides, bubbles in my heart, tickles my nerves, I have to be invincible.

Let them have fun, the toys will soon become unnecessary.

I already feel how their meaning disappears, does not leave a trace, the flame eats the flame.

Nobody will remember something else to power.

Verse 2:

Near the garbage, pouring repentance, the guy came up to me, he kissed me, burning with tears.

It almost turned me out, from a sharp hostile, please leave me here, I no longer have a house at home, I am more comfortable there, the light does not penetrate.

It is unbearable to live with people, the picture does not become more beautiful, inexplicably,

Bringing the ideal movements, tearing the sheets, trying again, my hands shake without strength. All actions, one mistake - it becomes terrible.

What a disgrace

What are such people in the field, which can afford such luxury. their hordes.

There is only this, the canvases will wash the weather from the blood, nothing is simple, otherwise the charge is idle. I need to get off the crowd.

The visible free, wasteful is more.

Chorus:

So what, I was once beautiful,

They respect only the one with whom the force abides, bubbles in my heart, tickles my nerves, I have to be invincible.

Let them have fun, the toys will soon become unnecessary.

I already feel how their meaning disappears, does not leave a trace, the flame eats the flame.

We will stay here, stay here

Verse 3:

That we now, hug and cry, should hit stronger, a shame to be a plant.

Already not a prominent direction, away from the feeling of superfluous, where the cemetery is located - there is my new niche, the soul is like the abode of the beggar.

I’m not going to save anything, it’s easier to fragment yourself, you will eat all yourself, intended to bode.

Live only with passion, do not spend your breath in vain, every day, only there water, where you feel thirsty.

I will die, people will come to clean the trash, everything that remains material, not feeling the loss, will continue, forget, the phrase as a blade under the skin will drill.

My eyes express despair, I no longer look into the inner reflection, all of it is some kind of deceitful, everything is only an external deliberate.

And if you want to direct the weapon at me, then I will make you with your own efforts. Eat your barrel. Should not hesitate.

Do not tremble with cheekbones, come to the threshold of those who might think so. Why look for them? In that purpose, to drink in vain of them.

AUTRO:

Staying with lines is more pleasant, the girls become more and more neat, let them go, go their own way.

I will wait for my soul at all, dreaming about that where everything connected with me is dying forever. Life is a comic number.