Текст песни Мот - Нервы

it's one quarrel, and I will no longer
You beat all the records, his mother, Guinness
Stop, stop - enough
Just people just love. By the way
Nerves-nerves, bitch ... nerves rush like string
Between us again the war, which finit is inevitable
These nerves-nerves ... nerves like electric
Hundreds of learned lines score me gently
Another fight, another quarrel
You open the pandora drawer
Stop, stop - enough
Just love...

It wounds it's shot
Right in the heart past armor
It wounds with his meaning
With its text between us

It is wound wounds, wounds from her
It is wounded, wounds hard, but ...
It is wound wounds, wounds from her
It is Ranit

In your head cockroaches
In my - just the judge Ibiza
Click Bratis Stop Crane
And let us just throw
Do not look into my eyes, sorry
Onor de Balzac Store
After all, I'm right, right?
What are all these performances?
She told me, they say, do not want to fly with me?
We tried once, two, three ... six
She told me [Weather?] Thilled home
My personal Armageddon