Денис F - За сотню миль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A hundred crayled tea packages ago something happened, but the media was silent into full voice. Favorite cassette was found in the attic to shower the tape recorder. A neighbor behind the wall changed her husband, dishes did not beat. I promised the evening all in the peroxide - thoughts, hair, the future was not covered. The weather forecasters promised, never fell, on a schedule of snow. Yet something, yes it was, hundreds of not sent letters back: you dropped out from my bones.

Look at me - let the faith erect in your karich that all three rains of the rains have experienced you that the T-shirt forgotten by you became a blanket of my sadness. No, dear, nothing stopped. I was happy more often than worried about work, and in the evenings I had your friend, and ... I poured him into your mug! There was so many lives.

Charmingly what you waited and hoped - "Somewhere it is waiting for it too." Yes, now you came, told me about empty without me my head and I, of course, I want to see you next, mentally removing the skin with an asshole, lips touching your mug and wiper after sex your sperm of your t-shirt. Merzko? Painfully? As if all this is not with us. As if, once the course of the day was broken and since then everything is not going there ...

So breaks down from the lips: "You, come on, come, correct."

-Tomorrow?!

-No ... hundreds of dried tea bags back.