Текст песни ЭЛЬ - А бывшие часто приходят первыми

And the former often come first
As if for bread in a convenience store.
Tying wrists and measuring syringes
Expired novocaine is poured in.

Come with old excuses
To complicate things with bad habits
With memories still bitter
Trying to impose myself for the hundredth time.

And fed with cheap promises
Fading feelings slipped into a noose.
Their arrival thunders with parting words:
"I don't love you ... I don't love you ... I don't love you ..."

With a bottle of something very strong
And even without the most common sweets.
With lips that have become tart
With love in the old sideboard.

Over time, the former are forgotten:
Manners, smiles, gait, eyes.
…….
Happy people don't come back
Happy people don't look back.