Текст песни Blooms - Прости ее сам

I'm sorry it myself

Fist and trash your bones
And keep the throat anger ghosts
I want to cry ... Knitting mouth
I do not want to think what will happen next

Crosshair windows blurred overdose
And a drop of blood
A drop of blood seriously!

And you do not have time to tell her a lot
Not able to hand to cover her eyes

I'm sorry it myself! (x2)

Whacked days, drugged sleep
A once dreamed together about one ...
About the sky without storms ...
Seriously ...

And the thunder phone echoes
Felt Wall it is not a hindrance

Forget yesterday's, Grab your shades
Let the gray sky will open eyes
Rain substituting dry palm
Pluck from the memory of the heart pain

Rain substituting dry palm
Get out of the heart the memory of the pain!