замкнутость 8 - на руке стихов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And I exchanged all the complexes on phobia

Coffee syndrome three nights long

I like you very much, although you are all bitches and bastards oh yes you shut up

who saw the most in his life - the whore pawed - released smoke

let everything that remained, sprouted spots on conscience

in the grip of passion, after all, a passion how you want to live

Every day is a challenge

Up from the bottom

Puzzle of events, rows of strokes on the hand of poems - days - dreams

A bunch of emotions, understandable and incomprehensible, memory is taken away

We will arrange dancing for breakfast champagne - space - ceiling - and I Ah and I do all the most logical in my existence and reach the finish line -

I never considered anyone, although the account around - she paid attention to me due to drugs for two years now - and I believe that what is important remains really for a long time, this is a trip to one. He deceived himself and got confused

The wind in the paddle, the girls on the cheeks of the hollow

- In childhood, they lied to you too much - I will close in myself - what will happen now

Youth finish chips and will become someone

And I will stay nobody - ayayy, twist, you have ended eyes

Friends, don't piss me to tea. I will drink it

A day passes, a year passes, count up to eight and everything will pass