Текст песни Неизвестен - вакар чук фит Олег

THIS IS MY LIFE, THIS IS MY HOUSE
THIS IS WE TWO THIS IS LOVE
THIS IS ON THE WRIST BY YOUR HAND
PLEASE NEVER RELEASE ME

Already, well, somewhere for sure already more than a year
I can't find a reason to forget you here
Wrote the last track, leafed through the last nonsense,
But it will be better only in this way, in a crooked hand ...

It's a little strange about you, because nobody knows
Spring, morning, fog, and sun through deceptions,
My soul is somewhere with you, as if I'm not myself
On familiar roads, but not home.

It's so strange, with others it's like everything is artificial
And it is true that my eyes, for a while, were suddenly lowered,
The season is open, they will run to grab their show-off,
Daddy's cars have hundreds of stupid fags ..

And our love was not real ...
Where are the photos on Instagram? Where is the comment that we are Nyashi?
We fucked up a moment here to shine our faces
... Probably I would have heard, I would have killed ....

Empty hallway, fists smashed again
And you go so far without saying anything
I just asked the sky why I'm so strangely involved
I fly without explanation as a bird just down ...