Текст песни EA7 - Не опьяняй

Like mirage
Words in sorrow drown.
Your love with taste of lies
I will not be touched.
Not one
Not a slave of your smile.
Antidote found from pain,
Conscious errors.

CHORUS:
Do not bexicate me
With her cheap flirt.
Do not burn me
After all, I have long burned down.
Now your love I buy up the filter,
Now, I managed to figure out your game.

2) traces in the shower,
As wounds, bleeding.
I don't drink tequila words
In a glass of lunar night.
In a bouquet of roses
His longing feeding.
Silence taste your tears
And the stars are quietly crying.