Текст песни BecksSs - Уязвимые

Ignote me again, like that yellow October
Voices at least and let both of us are right
Where the insults at least not under the nails needle
And in our world there is no place for the words

You know, I remember I, I have a memory without pain in the temples
I remember the night Kiev, after the concert the Fair
And I took off there, where before you was never
Where in the Crimean Mountains, we with you hand touched the sky

Now let's cut the cards and hands on the table
Two years behind the back, you hear, we do not need a pedestal!
City Quarters Store the warmth of our hands
And even the South Bug remembers this knock under the breast

I changed me day after day, fled from reality
Taking out the sting that it hurts the body burned
That inside the grooved was so suddenly vulnerable
More words are not forgiven, what did Dima become with us?

Questions without answers, "to the final two tickets"
Words in charges for dawn, and bitch so paarsivit
From what everyone decided, apparently already sailed
And it is not visible in the sea of ​​the shine, the storm themselves gave rise to

And in a two-room apartment, from me you like hundreds of miles
As if there were no idylls, in our immense world
In mp3 format, send you letters
We went to the story - only a number in memory.