Текст песни Мертвые Художники - Паранойа

The first of May
I really miss
Why do they tear us apart
Study my feelings
Thoughts are like rats
Unsolicited letters
Read as in interrogation
Questions about us
What your height
Hair length
Eye color
When we fucked
For the first time
Day, hour
I'll remember everything now ...
Now…

Metro, two at night
You are beautiful - I am not very
My legs are knocked down
The body moans "you want"
Heart plucked
Into a frantic dance
I'm suffocating ...

That's how it was -
At first sight
Do you remember on your
Birthday guys
Especially one
We were left beside
- Let's go to
- I don't know how to do it ...
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Paranoia, paranoia
Not with you, not with you
Paranoia, paranoia
There are two of me, two of me

Why don't you write
Second week
I'm here at the limit
I can barely hold on
Meru with boredom all day
In steps of meters between corners
And you must be there
With my friends
You end up at night ...

Listen i'm sorry
I did not want
Writing this nonsense
Just flew away
They just took away again
All your letters
I am falling asleep
Probably doctors
I was injected with something
They speak
I became restless
I almost forgot
They told me
You will laugh
That i'm crazy
That I came up with everything
Metro, kissing
And you just don't exist
Does not exist
I'm on my own every night
Changing my handwriting
And I write to myself in letters
That someone wants me.

Paranoia, paranoia
Not with you, not with you
Paranoia, paranoia
There are two of me, two of me