Текст песни Мария Маус Дубинская - Прости

Poems Ricky

The sentence to the desert is better than the garbage
Your eyes, usually burning, but the cold eyes are now.
Better thrown into space to be than this look frosty,
Than your imaginable thing to be taken out again

Than cut hands kneading - there would be boredom,
It would be easier - so, bitch, so, after all, her mother, wine ...
I would do it again - the wrong will be broken.
Whoever knew how I was shit ... However, the right price.

You do not expect a justification, nor in the sympathy of recognition ...
You are not waiting for you just equal. Just the main ... well, almost.
You are not looking for consolations. You do not expect other people's decisions.
You do not see regrets. You do not want them.
Sorry.

You do not believe in my friendship, you don't get old for my service,
Do not seek to discover how our paths awk.
You do not want, do not let, run away in the day and night,
Watch and do not notice ... well, I'm sorry
Sorry,
Sorry!..