Текст песни Black - Она так верила ему,а он, в замену ей в спину нож.

You looked up at me , then , that many lost
And waiting for change, the tears dropping on the tablecloth
Glass of whiskey diluted with sadness ,
I knew that I would return , and later go to English
I tried to forget , delete contacts
But anger cooled down , you come back
In front of the bedroom - my usual route
In this apartment , I knew I was always there waiting
I just came for a dose of inspiration already
Chase had no strength , but you probably did not want to
and again through the veins of the drug with the letter l
that is addictive and the proximity of our bodies
walked on the other , you just reached in the morning
there is not a native , but still favorite bastard
firmovoe my dish - hurt you
and you cried nadryvisto I am sick only you
I gave you food and adds a poison
and you gluttoned enough , this depraved taste
and fragrances sin poisoned your soul
I left you a pain on his recipe for dinner

You lose reason, when the door slammed
but our dirty tenderness vryatli leave bed
how many more weeks to live poison in the blood
played you mean, you thought everything for love
but love could not walk and talk
I fucked your dreams almost every night
inhuman but you're waiting for me this
smell blemish me to honor again
I did not say a word, but gave sadness
and you know I've never been sorry
I was a chef that leaves you wound
did hurt often , but often permanently
it's just part of my role
accept the idea that you are so not alone
And finally , here is the recipe of my dishes ,
with respect for your favorite bastard