Текст песни Joan Madu - чужое лицо

Alien face

Em Solovyova

you weakened, my favorite, coughed
I will become from you, my favorite, vice ropes
You struggled with me to the eyed, as I knew how
but so got up tired, and now
I go to your roar

you got sick, my beloved, learned
of you from such i'm a split gold thread
You rushed with a dog, and now the feet fell
I would be happy to help, but only
Standing like a beggar

you don't stand anything, my beloved, tired
I catch up with you while you stand and fuck
I myself was a rope, along your neck curled
delayed bid, favorite,
and to death