Текст песни Л Б - Шпв

I remember there was a time when I was dying because they didn't buy me sweets
I remember dying of a deuce in my diary standing
I remember there was a time when I was dying of love
but I remember there was a time when I died for real
painfully insulting here but here's a drink with that
what then makes me believe that everything needs to be broken here walls
Tatishchevsky is playing in the background, I practically do not feel feelings
lying on the floor and Lyosha drowned in these quarrels, grievances, secrets and groans of panic
my little world is sadness and snot from the past cargo is woven
mad with despair and anger, and yes, I'm going through this game solo
it was significant what these people would think of me
with an original style I pass over the heads of those whom I used to love to rave
yes my hands grabbed the air in them there was no you but you are somewhere near, near
me and so that the bridges burn brighter than they are covered with wax
they are in the past forget them you need to move on
but thoughts grabbed my head to the ground because of those who were important to me
but their opinion is formed from single actions of unsaid phrases
I am a proud narcissist dishonorable despot and the last scum
how could I leave the one that endured me all these years
but all your conversations behind your back can only sow hiccups
yes with this song i'm rolling down like pressing a button in an elevator
and how could a little man with words bleed the elite
oh yes, she waited, she suffered, and your talent is to believe her
these honest offended eyes outlined my body with chalk
but now you are next to me my world
I hear the music of owls inside
look in your eyes everything is clear at once i want to stay by your side

thank you everyone who was here thank you everyone who remembers
thank you who held my hand and who then lay with me in the same room
I would line everyone up in one column to see all these faces
every bullet in the head, the world will lose you and will not notice

I remember May June hope held me without letting go
mania copied my life from songs like a scanner
I wandered around the rainy city, we got to the point, but thoughts set my head on fire
and there is no one to share happiness and anger with so that everyone will be equally
hello july i have been waiting for you for a long time come visit
in my head you were kind but in reality like a mental hospital
all these phrases "best friend" yes but no and next to you
and I'm glad to lose those like that then the scumbag would say waste material
August coma then raising from the bottom
there are so many thoughts and I was able to understand my life dissonance
winged oaths therefore fly away and are you not happy about that
because they squeezed you burned you and in the end ate you with wine and debauchery
small tremors on the skin it looks like it's time to get up
because August has disappeared in the darkness the world is cold the end is near and you do not lag behind
from September 22 exact date of death
this is how I discolored my life in five months
thank you for supporting thank you for always being there
Thank you for not giving me the confidence to spend in a moment
with you I rose from the bottom now I walk on water
now we go forward now we have a lot to do
with you I feel that I can do the impossible
to forget all the past my God is difficult but you can
october new start date
found those who will fill my new clean sheet and old cleanup

in the first part like a gay gesture
while I'm with pussies in bars after all in wool
I twist everything into a knot hoomi hang yourself
my style sleeping lion your hamsters rabies
you are so gay that even in the ass cola glad
the sun is shining for you alone, but this is just a driveway Kolovrat
the topic is not disclosed as a stitched vagina
Lesha's bad rhymes are running out, help us soon
I read about the stars but today you fade
you are known for your long tongue as Albert Einstein
Lyosha can't fight
to be more than him at the mirror already desperate Patinson
hold the microphone to your mouth but like a dick in your fangs
never stuck in music Shnobili question how to stick
in childhood was a fagot in a cap Nick Chernikov
grew up and became like him a worthless worm
look ka even Thomas has concerts
you may have more than one to sing in a hoarse falsetto
praised you relaxed how to sit in the toilet
on the sixth weeping nonsense like five hundred