Текст песни FPS - Она

She weaves alone
And will drink to the bottom
Her manapoly of feelings
It's such a game
When two is two
Will become a native eppet
Then ask for the bill,
Pay for her appetite
My friend doesn't write books
You can't read her novels
She weaves alone and leaves alone

But every evening leaving
Leaves light
Does not want to hold
And he also does not know how to wait
But every evening leaving
Leaves a key under the door
Hardly anyone will find it

Weaving alone again
And will drink to the bottom
Again the monopoly of feelings
It's such a game
Will say yes at once
And that hour will forget about that
One thing does not scare her -
Bad movie endings

But every evening leaving
Leaves light
Does not want to hold
And he also does not know how to wait
But every evening leaving
Leaves a key under the door
Hardly anyone will find it

Again erases makeup
Washes away the smells of men
Smiles to herself
It's been so many days
Cold and dumb nights
And it seems that the same as always
Behind a stone wall
It's so hard to be yourself

But every evening leaving
Leaves light
Does not want to hold
And he also does not know how to wait
But every evening leaving
Leaves a key under the door
Hardly anyone will find it