Текст песни Макс Быков. - И больше ни строчки...

You're drunk ,
and burn all the bridges without return .
And turn off the memory
that familiar with you .
I - suicide ,
and therefore will not be spared .
Flying to a flame
It can not be attached to the house .

It remains simple .
No nonsense , like hope.
Hope - a drug
not the most pleasant of the other .
You - a free bird .
So fly serenely ,
and in this freedom
I make all things what you want.

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