Текст песни Митчелл - Твои инстаграмы

Your instagrama is silent
How drunk cats in the basements are sleeping in the winter
Your instagrama is silent
As if they were not
With you
And I came up with everything
And there is nothing that might give reason
Wait for your profile
Your instagrama is silent
How and all that is not
Like everything that does not know me
Your instagrama is silent
And the songs are pourable
In my mind

Umiye
On my hands
With a glass of wine
Or nonsense
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore
Umiye
On my hands
With a glass of wine
Or nonsense
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore

Your instagrama is silent
And pretend that everyone is hurt
Your instagrama is silent
And I understand
What is easier to be God
Than to look for something
In your cold eyes
Your instagrama is silent
Rain falls while
I fall so far
While falling everything

Umiye
On my hands
With a glass of wine
Or nonsense
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore
Umiye
On my hands
With a glass of wine
Or nonsense
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore