Текст песни Климова Лина - аллея лампочек

You say that this does not happen by butterflies
And in general refuse to believe me.
And I often mention the name of this
And points to all the doors.
Who knew, who thought it all happen?
I do not know what to do next.
Something new.
Under the shoulder blades -
And bleed.
In order differently than before.
You say that everything is just out of despair,
What I'm sick of my loneliness.
But he also has a shelf life.
Yet change anything you want.
These lines raw and very awkward.
I simply can no longer keep to myself.
Even if no one speculation to the point.
Paper will endure.
And it will be easier to me.

You know, because I do not care about the butterflies.
All of this - empty stereotypes.
I'm inside like a whole avenue of lights.
Even the throat of this light hripnet ...
:)