Текст песни немногогрустный - Теория Пиздострадания

I still love your crooked smile
And I continue to hope for the wise advice
I would be a bit to get used to the hustle and bustle of life
And again, you can naytivyhod in the window or pull a gun

A little more precisely and snow melt
Slightly in April and will take all the things that he wanted
Please warm me your jasmine tea
Or just Kick some on your wrist bouquet of daisies

You have a very thin legs
I have short fingers curves
I would like to confess to the accident
But as usual be attributed to all of my fierce "bad weather" storms

Your an idiot is already half a year makes me nervous
I would have broken his arm or a couple of teeth knocked out if I could
But I'm seventy-meter with a weight of 121 from England pud
So all I can - rock, swallowing the bitter breath of new

Please tell me that you blow up his nerves
Rastopchesh rotten and shallow little world
Or simply, as usual make me nervous
Pushing for a long couple of months, loneliness torrent

I still love your crooked smile
And I continue to hope for the wise advice
I would be a bit to get used to the hustle and bustle of life
And again, you can naytivyhod in the window or pull a gun

A little more precisely and snow melt
Slightly in April and will take all the things that he wanted
Please warm me your jasmine tea
Or just Kick some on your wrist bouquet of daisies

Here again, I print their axioms pain
Theories pizdostradany no longer require confirmation
Because without a meaningful rebuttal
I just drive in to yourself - your mind unnecessarily high voltages
 
Becoming your own step-down transformer
The last two years, you can only listen to
Unable to maintain a conversation at a high level
But fuck it, I know - that the best

I still love your crooked smile
And I continue to hope for the wise advice
I would be a bit to get used to the hustle and bustle of life
And again, you can naytivyhod in the window or pull a gun

A little more precisely and snow melt
Slightly in April and will take all the things that he wanted
Please warm me your jasmine tea
Or just Kick some on your wrist bouquet of daisies

You have a very thin legs
I have short fingers curves
I would like to confess to the accident
But as usual be attributed to all of my fierce "bad weather" storms