Текст песни БезИмени - Ультрафиолет

Ultraviolet

The smell of your spirits
On my clothes
The taste of your lips
On my neck
You want but you can't
I am far probably
I am far under ultraviolet

Chorus:

I dying under ultraviolet again
1000 X-ray 1000 fans
I understand under ultraviolet again
Why do I need here in order to die again

Ultraviolet ultraviolet
Ultraviolet ultraviolet

The smell of my cologne
On your clothes
The taste of my lips
On your television
I want to but I can not
I am far probably
I am far under ultraviolet

Chorus:

X-ray on the seams but not for me
Pigment as a stamp all on you
Remember all blows past
Do not calculate all the credits
Calculation is not cashless
Accounting counting and I am polishing
Ultraviolet through now
I still stretch at least an hour
On the veins of views trajectory
On the light of the whole audience
Cotton whispers and aviation
I will create improvisation
Editors printing all fucking
I am x-ray under your gaze
Expanded pupils you are under arrival
You are under the arrival

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