Текст песни типо Оля которая - мы не будем болеть вместе .

I look at a different set of sadness,
Standing on the nightstand beside the table
And I understand I'll be rooting for a long time
And ill will as usual one

Explain long, but in essence greatly beloved, understand
What kind of idiot would agree to hurt?
Just like that, and not a gram of sadness
That's right, you're right, more than a third of delirium

But people get together
ODS, AIDS or something else
I fell through at the same place
If once again believe in love

I do not care how much
Tie me to you, or to someone else
We will not get sick together
And it's probably good

Recover hurts
But believe it still hurt
That someone is ill fortune
And someone spit on the count of days

Do not look for excuses
If you want to go-go
I do not need false confessions
If pain is essentially only

On clinical help and other
I do not care how you want
Enough of this endless night
I do not want to hurt so, understand

And treated as soon as possible
I will always try to
Because that is not possible
In a constant to be & quot; never & quot;