Текст песни Малый из Ателье - С ума

Hazardous hands flew close to you
Sounds dripping seethed in my torn roof
Cursor mouse on an old broken screen
I'm crazy, do you hear, step whore.
On the chains tear why bridges burned
I have not slept, and drank, and you're my half
His whole left there in clubs bitch
You are waiting for the dishes in my kitchen dry
So without you where the weight of blankets
Place crushed changed hands on the local money changers
Payal again with Shmarev brain board
Fees dressed feeling to the room mats
Because of the angle you scream, I became dangerous
And I love you, it is clear, though, and to psychosis
I have not forgotten the taste of your lipstick red
You have not forgotten our sex in crazy poses
Etc.
I have not gone mad sick truth
In this blind war you were not equal
And I played in them, in these violent games
I'm crazy crazy, but I chose you himself
Round butts, smoke and a couple of new whores
I dragged Quint and I shouted to them enough
They say it is useless to be tied to the bed
I climb on the wall in his own hut
I will break all the windows to look at the stars
This cold winter froze my heart
This pain in the soul haunted
And not that I like you, just another cut
It may reveal the secret, if someone does not know
When I saw it on some Tus
On arrival home, I did not go for a long time
In order not to dream and not to sleep on tenterhooks
Then spring came, we're also in a litter
I healed their wounds from love stories
And if the litter Th there is emotion whore
Water flowing under a stone, if it is to raise the
Etc.
I have not gone mad sick truth
In this blind war you were not equal
And I played in them, in these violent games
I'm crazy crazy, but I chose you himself