Steepman - Mono - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This is the end of November, in the middle of winter.

I thought here, no this action is not characteristic of me, of course.

Just instinctively looking for ourselves. We ask questions.

But why, tell me

Why suffer separately? We will not take out this feeling of a parasitic,

We just to lie down together and forget forever, to excite this memory, leaving a gap in the field of mental knowledge.

Sentimental bitches believe in feelings, applying to the icons of suffering, with the faces of Sasha, Nikita and Pasha

Then our meetings became a sacramental rite:

The blade is a satellite, pentalgin, a lighter, a pack of Camel` with a ash, surpassed Pompey. A little visit for our truly beautiful eyes.

The tears of the tragedy on the cheeks, yours, such cute cheekbones. The impregnated collar of the shirt spilled whiskey. Your kidneys will open once

And the time will come to pay the bills of the pussy. Do not forget that they will definitely forget you. Consider this fashionable panchlai.

11/28/2015.