Текст песни .выдумайэхо poetry - не мое

as my business? fuck yeah like normal
drowning at night in the rhymes, such as there is writing on the main
with a smile sitting, a very happy and
so arrogant, I noticed, yes, I write stories

êàî understood .. it is like that! all times and
I woke up this morning, I realized that is not so, that is not my ... * whispers *
Well, not mine, lets go. hell, it was something!
rights still was the one who said that "time heals"!

Now just going to joke about the dot,
but not difficult it's Pac family, this time poses faces ..
in all its glory she loved to slam the door
but what made then the door to her, and that will make the time?

Now I'm going to make jokes about unrequited love
and about those who folded his bitch of a bridge, or was willing to
I will cry, just cry over their empty words
and all over the night, full of bitter tears.

but now I know with whom and to whom to open the soul
but now I know who to talk should be, and who do not need.
that's for sure and you! I am thinking about, but seems to be all
priydesh concluded, as well it all, it's not me it's not mine ..