zgns. prod - ложь твоя ножом по сердцу - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It’s fucked up when such tracks have a different beginning, something that would catch smeared bitches like you, but I don’t give a fuck, everything here is completely wrong, I need to figure it out a little to get on the beat. seven days a week, three of them I’m dying, and two in her bed, it’s winter outside, snowstorms are blowing, and you and I were flying, but without speed. And I hung here for a bit among the torn parishes on the white roads, sometimes I hate myself for all these snot, when I let go I need to find exactly where stop here. You pout your lips a little, I don’t smoke, but for some reason we smoke together, the higher the love, the lower the kisses, and the further I go, the more jealous I am. Let’s imagine that we haven’t met, probably my life has gone completely differently, I would write how I’m fine with that one. And I’d hardly know for dirty sex on drugs. And so the winter is cold, the route is dumb and my hands are again crumbling something. They’re pulling me towards the muddy ones. And you’re there like on his skating rinks, but I’m glad that everything is exactly like that. thank you, winter

It’s as if I’m the most murdered in this generation, narco-palemics... She’s not talking about me and she even traded me, I see through the smoke the outlines of the blocks and among the concrete walls, empty soulless people, there are no real ones, only it’s strangling me. Selling a body has become like selling Mary Ivanna, all your hands, the hands of a bitch are reaching for big finances, everything seems to be running smoothly... you people are slandering, dummies, why is it about love, my poems, for me she is the soul, she will not change, don’t get me wrong, I’m tired of looking for my muse with my eyes, but now I’m just into music, it’s easier for me, I still don’t understand how to accept this. I played with love, played with people’s destinies, played it so feignedly, an actress, I pressed for pity, I was seduced because I’m so naive. here is the game. the actress is behind the scenes, forgive me but I won’t shower like that anymore and before going to bed I’ll fuss with something to kill. but I still dream about you. The snow melted on the asphalt and today I’m not glad that I recognized you there, as it spun us then this winter. only with you I could warm up and be myself