Текст песни Boing - Марго

Margot, do you remember those words that love to the grave
Everything was smooth, in places somehow modest
It used to be timid
But everything went somewhere quickly
And now I can't find the feelings that were before
Was there love? - No, rather, more falsehood
Spinned more minced meat on my ears
And I sat and listened
I sat dumbly and listened
Then from anger, smashed fists against the wall, and your screen needs to be replaced
And at night we slept peacefully in pastels
There were no hysterics, and rubbish to the pulse of loss.
I don't know, but do you do this to everyone?
First you say that you love, and then you let go
But I'm not angry with you, don't even think
I was probably wrong about you and even twice,
But I remember there was a case you wrote once, with a note it is important not to let go of one step even,
And I did not let go, even though knives flew from you in my back,
In the form of a ton of lies
I should have figured it out before
But you were my muse, but now all I have is music.
Chorus (x2)
And if she did, then why did she leave? And if not, then why did it take so long ...