Текст песни Антон Прада - Худое Счастье

your bad luck
night beats cramp. she lives one day and at exorbitant prices. It was in her driveway. one. and even that ended. He swore and writhed in the water. her evening.
Length Length. then twisted his arms a la Litvinov, then using a corkscrew / knife pocketknife. He tries to extract his truth. of the cleanest / red / semi-sweet
she sos
she HELP
she understand emergency landing
running from myself and all the white walls
spray
spray…
your happiness confused, occasionally drunken pieces. calls and everything breathes into the tube. nervously squeezes the skirt. and breathes so subtly, unbearable. as though mentally tortures or rapes. then presses the reset. but as the sob in his voice. that shake the glasses on the table. from its snow nose tingle. her room wide open, the house shaking, from her eyes for three miles cold. cherishes the floor / living lilies. and at night all the beats and beats all the keys
writes all
what am I
Jesus