Текст песни Ксения Гриневская - Мы теряемся в мире разбитых сердец и бутылок...

We get lost in the world
Broken hearts and bottles
We are songs and tears ,
Hysterically cheerful and again .
Bullets lived thoughts
Pointing to the beloved head,
We go around the cliff ,
To jump from a nearby cliff .

Neither did not want to look
You, no plow soul
Not regarded as floors ,
No shouting about themselves, no grass .
But for some reason, I stood up ,
Why, then forced to listen.
Blunted knives,
I lay down under the wheels of love.