zarewo. - октябрь pt.2 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Thanks for the October, he burned out for so long, fangs broke off, we grew up,

And perhaps somewhere they were very far away, I did not try to justify myself or return the old affection,

Sincere suffering, as in the sixteenth, hid somewhere in a nightstand with a stationery

And a whore morning with a clogged trolleybus on repetition, some things simply do not have to change

I keep the pills in the case and even strive to only get drunk, your message will not change anything,

And the gut is already divided into three even parts

We all need to meet someone, and long nights with thoughts and plans should also end

Without faith in the best, you know how much do not try to invest in happiness, it will devour you from the inside

And while one person ends, the other ends at the bottom of the bottle, it became very easy for us to get lost

I fucked your photos, and completely forgot my voice, I am inspired only by Bezukhov, and sometimes Klim strings

The remainder has long come out through the mouth after a hundredth bottle, so Kolko, I relieved of each fragment with relief

I gradually forget and score everything that was, frankly, then everything seemed sweet to me

I will not ask for forgiveness for my dullbism, I am destined in the future to just rot under anime and autism

It was enough to leave motives, because people always confuse ignore in personal messages and all sorts of cheating

The efforts were not for the good, I am just more true in life than the dog, and if I got attached, I will suffer to the victorious,

On the hungry, be kind, next time drive me away automatically

The confidence that I have not disappeared anywhere, my problem is being built on the fact that I am a burden for everyone who I like,

There were no beliefs, you also drugged once, but it's already over, you understood this perfectly in November

It’s more difficult to return old feelings than finding new ones, I will go to Moscow Hitchhiker, you can’t imagine how she fucked me

And I am still sure that soon you will be happy with the new kun, I am a dun again and another polemic will drag me out

The doors are closed, I go to my personal world and in my location, there was no reason to remember October, but I am ready to change the rotation from boredom

I will not whine about pain and loneliness here, there are plenty of them, and I'm not sure what someone wants to, Enway,

Old memories are not so warming me, but it will soon become dark in Murmansk, and I am still immersed in fucked alcohol and suffering.