ИКАР - проводи меня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Passing me with eyes with tired, with a cold hand, burn that stone under the rib.

.. it is simple without words, there are tears, I know them already, the battered plot did not

no longer needed a body armor, I am not a tenant, because where there was a bloody jelly, now there was a heart,

The music subsided on the seventh floor .... a bottle of Roma, the subscriber is not available, offline, coma,

You know, I again dreamed of this small city, I laughed again and was so young

Warm black nutmeg with coal, with our eyes we escorted flocks, but suddenly Moscow and various addresses,

No, I know back .... those summer days where you laughed and there were no warmths of your palms,

You know, time will take everything away, and maybe I will even cool down, but I will take your name through years,

that he knocked on his back on the banks of the Crimea when the stars fell, and when I realized that I was losing too late,

I need you like air but there is no you near and I am suffocating in the city of Moscow that I do not believe in tears.

It became sharply empty, my city suddenly became stranger and sad, I feel how something crunched inside

In this huge city, only I and you and I would not let go, but you decided to cool for two as if I had seen dreams for seven years

As a bitch I let you in as I allowed myself to behave like that, now I can not answer the calls

and kill you with other people's female, drunken hands, I'm sorry, but you have no choice, I would bite my teeth for you

These sleek office rats, if I felt my hand, would not cast a look at any bitch, and I would not leave you for a minute,

More than the dog to the end, when I was lost, I always returned back, but when I saw the void in your eyes, I stopped breathing and no matter how much I snapped

He did not manage to find out what I missed as I allowed, to drink this poison, so, move away from the fire,

As if the trip is hard, as if to plant a sharp blade under the rib, for which a bitch,

Why can not be loved simply, and how did you get on this unrelated island, maybe just the age of the world as a skeleton without your warmth, come to your senses ...

... Vera read and was so close, and her Mrs. Corston - as if a shot in her heart,

Then the birds stoped a bait wounds, wake up love now and I'm on the verge of baby ...