Текст песни Рири - комплимент

days go by
and won't stop overnight.
and an hour to happiness.
I won't move for a minute,
I’ll freeze in a dead position.
and a burning sensation in the throat
I'll tire you with the next glass you drink.
few,
so I'll pour some more.
from under a bottle of cheap compliment,
the last drop flows down.
but in vain people do not appreciate
although cheap, but tasty
and caresses in those days
when the desire to live disappears.
I suffer every minute
I dimly see the glare of passers-by,
drunk.
I repent to you,
though I don't see it.
move myself, move myself,
I will give you, good hearts,
trash inside and trash outside.
come on,
crawl out from under your skin,
utter a groan and into the bud
wrap up another dose.
season "in love"
hits in the eyes
prose about colors
or a poem about flowers.
alas, I can't tell the difference,
I fly into space.
getting lost between the edgeless comets,
metaphor wounds opened
and tender words poured
wine stuck on my lips,
maybe she's on my mind again?