Текст песни Капюшон Ноу Мо - По памяти рисую

You pluck my soul from the hair woven into the root,
From memory, I draw your face on the wallpaper.
Warn if leave - and we will disappear immediately.
I can not look at the tears, collect them in the puzzle.

And break my heart, I - heartless way.
French poetry strangle us with you at midnight.
And under a cold shower, I got you in his belt,
We escapes today, years back.

I do not snotty rhymer, she knows a point.
I cover its pages disappearing at night.
Keep your palm and current hits,
And she knows the value of words and kisses the soul silently silently.

She sings, she pushes my heart morphine,
And I'm sick, and plus with you - already considered dead.
You pluck my soul from the hair woven into the root,
From memory, I draw your face on the wallpaper.

You pluck my soul from the hair woven into the root,
Scratching my life and h ... I do not give rest.