Текст песни Смит - белеберда

I will come to the door with a trembling voice
I remember trying to rude you
Cause all the blame is still
On me, but I don’t think so
What blinded me out of me now
Do not make faces
The wind fills the whole room with chill
The city remembers our meetings
And since I'm not a robot, I will be timid goodbye
What would you feel like breathing
What am I writing about ... what is your cost?

Pride is in place, I'm honest with myself
It is unthinkable brutally, I want to get drunk but ...
I will stop ... look, smile
Bitch you're funny until hoarseness in your voice
Cheap - where I found you there and leave you
And your show is covered, the veil fades,
Good luck to Eshechkam and Bentley, eat with a spoon
After all, life does not feed without an answer ...
Crows rejoice, on both sides
It’s a pity that the story is not so tragic
And it’s hard for me to find me in a cemetery,
My luck will whisper the same to hell

I will come to the door with a trembling voice
I remember trying to rude you
Cause all the blame is still
On me, but I don’t think so
What blinded me out of me now
Do not make faces
The wind fills the whole room with chill
The city remembers our meetings
And since I'm not a robot, I will be timid goodbye
What would you feel like breathing
What am I writing about ... what is your cost?