Текст песни Виктория Черенцова - Я не прощу

rain
Notes knocking on the glass .
And again I was not lucky -
Broke something in there.
I
Your number to erase the memory
And your phone is disabled.
Do not explain and do not call .

I will not forgive you
Your indecision and weakness
But what is left -
One small thing !

Tea.
Bag drowning in reality.
I myself go to the bottom.
There is no sense to paint nails .
It Is A Pity,
I did not notice the deception ,
And he covered . Came the fog .