Текст песни Lady Mo - Падать с крыш

In the course it is necessary to fall from kryyyyshshsh
Gold stars to throw to the seventh heaven
I 'll draw blood on the pavement
I want to know what you lured the devil
In hysterics your girlfriend
soul bathed in a bad wine
you're in the middle of his vicious circle
I need to be with you but it's not for me.

Our souls hands held on weekends ,
and we ingest smoke swirled in the dance.
You are my hot shokolad.Ya vanilla poison.
we lost each other at stations stations.
southern shores , pink and white roads.
passed over the heads smashed hundreds of feet ,
in order that used white dust fell down at heart,
and vitamin heart gave you warm.
pretend magic , and it is necessary to false.
we are doing to each other very ugly.
you make my brain , and I'm with the others, dear .
do what you do not like it much.
do you really want that would we were still on you?
I wish that we were toboy.zhe - for - you .
do you really want that would we were still on you?
I wish that we were toboy.zhe - for - you .
silence and noty.ya do not know where you are.
I toboy.s you.
cover me from the wind.
on the table bilety.ya flying in the summer .
Net.Proshu you there .
Remember that asking .

Thank God and thank You God .
the end of the story is over istorii.the
later.
I'll take the word love .
and you are your own headphones .
time to leave,
Give me the keys and soul.
and by the way the heart on the table , the script rewritten.
you - bad actor , I'm even worse actress .
Mr. inaccessibility , Your Highness
Now forget my name , Last name .
We have our feelings raschertili on A4 .
In the broadcast of thought, so we wanted to.
In your personal dash target my heart
Push the trigger and flew.

you are not alone , but you get the Find me in the stars ,
in fragments of fireworks or pink grёzah .
in Bad trip , in parishes ,
a blood-red roses.
I 'll guard your sleep until the tears get cool .
Come winter frosts will surround my house
you do not prikroesh wind
I was too late.
too dangerous
too serious
memory lapses on the edge of the overdose .
Your melts the snow and got it incapacitates
in the pockets you have only a couple of grams and parnoya
barbiturates cherish you safe from romanticism .
You no longer feel.
In you there is no more life.
I'm not afraid to see you.
I fear for you.