Текст песни Бумбокс - Дрантя

Rags from conversations
Gas to the floor, headlights at night
She's sad
Come on, come on again
Phai I have a sharp thing
She's bored, she's bored

She said: you can find out my number
And enter my body
Give me your last name
But how my love is huge
It will melt and disappear
Don't get used to it, don't procrastinate - try again
Don't get used to it, don't procrastinate - try again
Try again

She came back and ran away
It looks crazy
I want you to scream
Get closer to the fire
Closer to the fire
Remembered, forgot
My blood splattered
I want you to scream
Get closer to the fire
Closer to the fire

February kitsch is in fashion
Do not trust anyone
Because you are alone in this world
Like a beast of prey in a cage
Never howl, not beaten
And not so overcome
An unfamiliar voice
I whispered to you

Remember what you dreamed of
And what he wanted
Because this is your last
Of the nine lives
Remember what you dreamed of
And what he wanted
Because this is your last
Of the nine cat lives
Cat lives

She came back and ran away
It looks crazy
I want you to scream
Get closer to the fire
Closer to the fire
Remembered, forgot
My blood splattered
I want you to scream
Get closer to the fire
Closer to the fire
To the fire
To the fire
To the fire