Текст песни Brug - Выводы

almost two strokes per second
and you do not appease me calm
with favorite dishes we will beat more
will sleep longer

and you calm me not to appease the truth
with his beloved forever will hang
she washed the night with strangers pants lipstick
and me to talk, sit

I can not complain to you about life
and I can not complain about love
get up on the roof and the ground will become still
and will ask everyone not die

Let us just ridges on the back
and will look at the ceiling
isporozhnyaemsya soul, Something Wicked
as if the soul as for the cat tray

and thank God we are alive with thee
not seeing the outcomes
will be as ugly and false
as if the soul as for the cat tray

forever calm, quiet as the dead souls
Thanks mom that I hate people
she taught, do not speak and listen
and concludes only do not they