Текст песни Алина Волнами - Поцелуй в висок

silhouettes burn
Bottomless stellar captivity
Devil's beauty.
Circle the simple meaning
Beautiful graceful hand.
Wash disheartened with my eyes,
Draw whisper purple stars.
Belted intoxicating bliss
Forgetfulness caustic vents.

You bubbly drink sorrow
Poured into the collar.
And I feel the metal of words
The imprint on the iris.
I hear a scream.
And I see your irony
In the corners of closed lips.
The rumor fills the rhythm
Rusting pipes.

At the top levels fall off the edge,
To stick in his bare feet.
Traffic pitifully screaming
On an empty road.
The marble fading darkness
Tearing apart the ceiling.
And already loaded revolver,
And throbbing fiercely temple.
It remains only to press the ...
You're pulling the trigger.
Silence. Awareness. Cotton.

But silver bullets fly
Unmistakably down.
You stay in the flow
A variety of individuals.
It is no coincidence given you a choice.
It was not the last sip.
Shot leave you without wounds.
The shot was a kiss on the temple.

The plain meaning of the circled column
Beautiful graceful hand.
Wash away the gloom from his eyes,
Drawn whisper purple stars.
Belted intoxicating bliss
Forgetfulness caustic vents.

Someone starts to build
Over the life of the river bridges.
Look, this "someone"
Reflected in the clear surface of the water.

Enjoy the glow lines.
The shot was a kiss on the temple.

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