Текст песни Лимон - Про любовь

Again, play me
again from you, I'm sorry,
in which every gust of sadness
racking brush
gulf to missing
away from this anguish
from the pulse rhythm of the heart
is given in whiskey
Why are you lying to me?
then he threw into the flames
again beckoned
burned thorns
I loved you like a rustic Vanya
so much
it is difficult to describe in words my
I wrote you a poem without a single point
in each line sought to preserve the chain of
my feelings cunning deception creeps
there do not come back off all lies
No wait, I beg you hear
Stay more because I am dying with me
that month I already bedridden
because I live breathe only you, for thee
and even on the day that the kidney failure
I was glad you like the flowers in the spring
and now remain in thine heart?
memory of me cold and empty
- In its last
18th birthday
he had not seen the light
I did not know the pleasures
he forgot the freshness of water and the smell of food
his friends were only the roof drops
in his hand he held a photo of a girl
which gave hope
already blind ignorant
and now the clock struck 5 am
he fell down on the table without breathing melting