Текст песни мальчик с луны - осколки наших фотографий

fragments of our photos cut through your skin
You are there somewhere in a white dress
I'm looking for him in passersby

remember how with you they wanted together
But scraps of this tape
You went crazy, I'm
In line for alcohol
Laugh

this is a fucking heart
I don't need it more
I do not play games now
I am now afraid of love

and trip where you're
surrounded the illusions there we
We seduce the pulses
I do not believe more

You are the world with some excitement
Going a slip, killing in the beds of others
but the skin falls with photos from you
and somewhere quietly die inside

fragments of our photos cut through your skin
You are there somewhere in a white dress
I'm looking for him in passersby