voice of loneliness - save me. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Neither today, nor tomorrow you will love me. You will love the moles on his hands the color of milk, and not my favorite raincoat, in the morning the mastered dampness. Light Breeze, who fell on the loafing memories, for some reason reminded of gatherings in a small bar: having hiped his colleagues whiskey, you did not want to part with a feeling of burnt larynx. I envied anyone who you drank on Thursdays. Chilling a hoarse cough, the taste of blood closed the outcome to death - under the jazz music your smile flourished, my lungs turned inside out of the bathroom from the bathroom. Crashing her throats with broken hands, waves until midnight listened to the voice of the extended boy, who screamed in full voice to the stars. He understood how terrible helplessness, but continued to whisper:

-Force, save from this terrible city ...