Текст песни dalebotbeats - Я ТЕБЯ УБИЛ

she does not love you, does not love you more.
it happens, such a strange thing.
and it’s like you are sleeping, and it’s like someone’s lips,
but somehow the refrain turns "bitch, bitch!"

and I want to type the number into a gloomy box,
in which the fourth day is not a line, not a sound,
and write her a real, real ...
but it turns out only ... "well, bitch, bitch ..."

November wind under a sweater as a prelude
for the winter, in which she will no longer be with you

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