voice of loneliness - уродство. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I wanted her to become a replacement for everyone after my death. She liked to talk about me, but, having managed a few complements, she was transferred to her problems. It's funny, her laughter should have been included on the recorder and scroll at the bedtime sincerely sick people: he is contagious, he is beautiful. It cannot be compared with the chestnuts falling in the fall, which in childhood I gathered with my sister in a small basket of spiritual boredom, her laughter resembled a cracked iceberg in the waters of the Arctic Ocean. They were both destroyed from the inside - this is her unsuccessful bun of chamomile in the heart of a stone block, where the chats fired on different sides of the cold canvas merged into the web pattern - it became a trap for my fading feelings. Waking up day by day, I understood that I was dying from the inside, a rot, like a corpse in a grave, poisoning people with a cadaveric poison of their communication.

We are both ugly from the inside. Both, and I am especially. Especially you.