Текст песни Ahimas, Chipachip - Предчувствие

I don't remember the number for a long time
It seems to me, although frozen
So far, on this stupid biathlon
In the window I see the branches of trees,
And again in sleep clone.
Thoughts so often grated -
About everything, except the main things.
Search. I am generally very modest.
Took spent all the money
On SMS with you in roaming.
Again in different directions, useless Tuesdays,
Mondays Friday.
And we are there with you to apart.
Obscene thoughts
Dreams with forgotten persons
The sky is dripping in me.
We destroy the birds in the past,
Unworthy knights.
By year, unhappy girls
Mashed eyelashes