Текст песни Emiliya White - Демоны в голове

My head is there no butterflies - not after, nor before
Only demons, however, as in you, but it seems, I somehow became friends with them.
In the abdomen - the remnants of Roma in half with the underwear Bordeaux,
I want to drink, die and resurrect without this monstrous pain in my head - tell me for mercy:
Why do I have fun so unrestrained and righteous?

Every Friday's damn is looking for glasses to be not so sad to dance without you on the bar racks -
And honestly, I already don't really remember - what is your chin line.
That then you told me, and what I said, and I also so vaguely remember all these our boots ..
I have always been for any of your ideas, you liked when I quivered meek -

And most importantly, the demons in my head were friends with yours,
Behind the hand, probably even kept.
And now it's not clear to me what happened to them?
Our demons in the head brought themselves the other more. What a pity