Текст песни Катя Батушан - Friendzone

Friendzone

Crazy - Softened time and bleeding Softness of walls,
From a smile - frozen spasm in the corners of twisted lips.
All the roads to the past us - in the directions of thin veins -
You know where they lead.
If my voice - steel crosses,
That sorry that he rusted.
on the pedestal poached -
Hundreds of burnt bodies.
I am a marriage such a lot.
I do not thirst for your bedroom,
But I'll cover the arrows.
These jokes, dance curves - that neither the word, then everything called us.
Here, love reluctantly lit in pseudo-sensory with Franza.
Among the atmosphere of people-beds remain a man-home,
But you are firmly and adamant
Continue to blame for it.
Oversized only there thread,
Where it was obviously subtle.
I will stay like a child,
not able to love otherwise
your ego except
Instinctive high feeling.
sorry it's my art
You can't forgive me.