Текст песни Стен ft. Мари Крайм - пусть катится к черту,весь мир кроме комнаты

Let the rolls to hell with the whole world, except for the room
 I often see caricatures dreams, if you stand at the door
At airports subscribers dispersed.
Itself take off, but without you. So afraid of heights ...
Stan: Again, get up on your feet all the same mistake ..
I was robbed of you, like a pirate ship.
Inside the empty as the desert sun at the zenith. All the threads are torn and are unlikely to already be able to get out ...
 Why so painful (x7)
As the moon to howl like a wolf, and a loner.
 Put an end could not, although like much.
He was quite sure that the meeting would keep.
 Now I pray to release at least a little.
 Marie Crime: I remember all the broken glasses are yours.
I looked at the photo and the adrenaline inside.
With all but one, and you just one.
We want peace, but for some reason it hurt ?!
 Stan: I'm like a junkie dependent on your campaign ..
 I do not care about the weather, what's behind the window.
I follow you like a dog, but on someone else's track.
Thursday is replaced by Wednesday each week.
The clock stopped breaking, what is inside.
How not cool, I've seen it from the inside.
But there are not enough forces to shift again.
Whether I again believe what can not be.
 This party is not exactly my victory.
I write in the afternoon, another poem.
While there are hugs, the other favorite.
I like a hunted animal seeking a way out.
 Probably overkill clenched fists until blood. Do not call, do not write. Tormented by pain.
A voice inside quieter and less shaking.
 Someone smokes and wrote lines about love.