Текст песни Weiss production - Сон

little you don't cry, guitar strings
while you are there and I laid a dream in a pawnshop
Vadik's gifts again, the weather pleases
you're not my little one, but I'm yours, so far so

you put a big bolt on these snot
fifteenth floor, I'm sleepy, my hood will get wet
she does not listen, for others listen
but none of them, just like you, will delve into this

they are dudes, yes, bazaar?
I can go home and get a couple of headshots
she's so drunk, staggers and cries
not because he doesn’t mean anything to her

already disgusting from what I wrote down
I hung there myself, lack of voice
would you burn what am I writing to you again
but you hear no, on the roof there is rain and wind