Текст песни Она - тебя просрала, проебала, бросила...

She fucked you, squander, threw,

She'll procuration, splevala smoke

And justify their silence cigarettes,

Sear itself - it will always be mine.

It is not candy and swirls seem

In the eyes of fire, above the eyes glistening glass.

With a friend about something chatters Tonalka greasy.

So it feels smooth and there seems to be all the same ...

And at night it turns off sleeping childishly

Trying not to think: if wrong, whether won.

By mental vomit familiar - it is treated.

& Quot; You're no good for me, so I did not love you & quot ;.

She lied to you: she remembered:

Everything that was there, all that rings in my ears.

How tattered pigeon tossing on a crowded room,

At the end of the tears washed down with brotherhood ...

A good morning again!

& Quot; Who are you? I do not remember. & Quot;

And in a deep breath,

Does not hurt a soul.