Текст песни Реп - про любовь

-Noms drinking whiskey writing to you letters
- I am preserved on you and this is the first sign
-Dalked brushes would draw your portrait
- I'm not an artist and the brushes too
-The frequency with the pellena of the gray everyday life so you are not further from me
-The items warm inside outside ice and opening nothing to your right move
- I would like to know you better but I don't know
- Your image of yours about it I dream
- You are so, so inaccessible to all
-Nextile mystery you are the best
- I am interested in finding out what you feel
- You have no skin and warm flesh
- And why only at night you appear
- And as if in the air smoke by the morning you dissolve
- I never heard you not heard from you
-What do you have some tone melody?
-Mono or stereo
-You hysteria
-U Poly suffering from cotton walls days and weeks
- Unfortunate without regret
-How one moment kill hope
-Not you stay so often, so cruel and at the same time impeccable
-You do not change you constantly in this role
-I know your name and nothing but
- Tell me something or one question is not to answer
- So why are you silent for so many years
-Girth with me only one please
- please contact the reality you are my dream
- I want to know you, I want to hear you
- people said he hears silence
-The frequency with the pellena of the gray everyday life so you are not further from me
-The items warm inside outside ice and opening nothing to your right move
-Noms drinking whiskey writing to you letters
- I am preserved on you and this is the first sign
-Dalked brushes would draw your portrait
- I'm not an artist and the brushes too
-Travutravita wrapped the velvet blizzards
-Tending red all days of the week
-And seems to be seamless to the wooden floor
- with a handle and notepad at the table at the monitor
-Neximally painfully writing with my own blood
- Will anyone know what it is worth it
- Even one story Boim sculits the soul
-And you are still slightly slight in the park
-In the room three to two I drew pictures
-Teer paints of the truth Zhoz Fina
- Rights on a razor blade photo with a smile
- Say how to write love for Esen Screei
- You tear all the threads alone alone by the phrase