Текст песни Три грязных оттенка - Экзистенциальная история

Evening mad , morphine want
The day ended as the money supply
I'll get to you know get
And I thrust my knife in your eye .

Your barohlishko sold on the cheap
thrust the needle into the vein of Cold
But your body is under the window hrushevki
Paint my fear of yellow wall

Assassins kill killer killers
But something else is killing me
I vlyubidsya to your corpse , I fall prostrate
And I'm crying again and again

What should I do , how can I be
I know this love is impossible
But I'm having warmed you birdsong
And I 'll be yours , though it will be difficult ...