Текст песни Your Boy - Словом

"In a word ..."

We share the city
And baked kilometers
I gasp at times,
Fog, smoke, fresh air ...
I dream to smoke
And the lungs more poison,
I dream of love,
The one who is just beside ...
But different people have gone,
All requests, and this,
A time of love gone,
No one appreciates the gift of the poet,
Do you follow me barefoot,
This sleepy, on the glass,
And spit on the dirty floor,
He was not dirtier than looks in the window ...
And some tired eyes,
For us safely watch
And composed hundreds of phrases,
Which kill us ....
We use the word all,
And to revive in each other feelings,
We do not want - we are in the void,
We are better than vulnerable - so we need to.

Your Boy