Текст песни Комнатная. - Ты как первы признак моей моральной смерти

The first sign of my moral death,
It does not depend on you,
I do not say again:
Yeah, you just try on!
Whiskey. Cola. A damp evening.
Can we consider me a burden?
Either that, after and in the bargain?
It's like a new bus schedule on your old cottage.
You know, and I'll stay the same and,
We are with you all this alien romance,
New features, a different approach and face.
Hue feelings. You think you know everything?
On, uncover clues - in a casket.
The top shelf on the right. Yes. A little to the left.
You will not find a skeleton in a closet or a pillow,
The ligation me the toy. For you.
I'm sincerely loved, you just killed zhe
Hope is not just me ...
Himself me- little.
Whiskey. Cola. Again, how much?
I was not always with such a not always been with you,
But only you are able to change me.
Change or izmenyat- a matter of choice,
It is not dependent on you.
You're like my first sign of moral death.
And again:
- Yes, you just try on
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