Текст песни мой микрокосмос - боль

You love to hurt, and the pain is impregnated with the April chill
With a tremor in my knees gave night
In the morning, before you want to wake up
And not in a solo at the sink to spit and soot on the number of cigarettes smoked in othodnyak
Breathe only thee instead of a smoldering cigarette in my hand
Reminders about events March 8 will only blood from broken fists on my walls
The smell of your hair and not want to inhale droplets tsiklomeda
I can not understand how you continue to be more beautiful than anything else
On this fucking planet pizdostradalcheskoy
You chose it, leaving for a moment a dozen words empty
What a sweet cut my ear
In glaucoma, I was looking for the keys to the house, hoping to latch
I not found, your opinion sought
I have found in you the icon, she was standing at the wall
With whose blood flowed in streams from your cheating
It fills all Graali, causing the death of hungry and sad
You cry and you cut your hands under the My Chem
I cut their hands only in dreams, dying in overdose from fenazepama
And in an attempt to at least a day to think about the fact that soon we will not, bitch!
But after you fuck, do not you? Native ...