Текст песни Артем Татищевский - Медленный

I would not run away into the past
Do not lose a moment in his own burning
I try to keep their nerves vporyade
Harnessed in depressive on occasion

And the last bus not to miss
I'm in the open arms of the one that is ready to leave ...
So often I do not have the patience
In actual fact, as is everything estimate

A day just knocking heroin sad
For a moment, I calm down, huddled in a corner
I'll die young, perhaps accidentally
Overseeding with "I am happy", and then the needle

And time is short, easy to understand
Leave alone and let her breathe
I am not what you see ... my dear
Dame life you tearing your way ...

The last call to your mobile black
In the third minute of conversation solyus
Close to all, and not even shall open
And that means I'm alive and remain until