Текст песни matea - доживая неделю

having lived a week
strained
I require care.
nerve endings
Too bad
I squeeze silence.
This summer blizzards,
They say, just south.

In this century
Everything ends interrupted.
The eternal debate
Inadvertently thrown into despair ...
Here warmer,
When lymph nodes inflamed
And ignite memory.

You know, I do not regret anything,
But the rhyme ends
And lost in the pits
On someone's cheeks
The smile.
I do not remember the details,
And furthermore,
When tears because of the pain -
I want fresh blood.
These oddities - nonsense.
Every day I do fewer years
And against the backdrop of world news
My street is not even smell the world.

having lived a week
strained
I need warm.
nerve endings
Too bad
Squeeze silence.
Here, the heat is gone,
And especially no idols.
We wanted something
(And just about almost mi "sailed")
But we do not need small.

I am on my own,
Without God keeps faith, loyalty,
With so like despair.

(You are lost in the crowd,
Sometimes changing terrain.
I just kept silent).

p.s. I could pray thee,
are you sure my first one.
But, as you see, your whole about me
Too nervous.
26.08.2011 11:53