Текст песни Bratka Beats Prod - Бывшая книга

I catch you again leaving love
And my beloved holds a knife in her hands
And the sky doesn’t seem to fall close to break,
I keep going down so as not to stay.

As I was independent, you read in your mind,
which is more meaningless, you bring sensitivity, as you know what exactly you gain, and at the same moment, you lose everything,
Throw, run away, get lost, from illusions,