Текст песни Lockey Imp - Разорви На Атомы

All my pain is native
And kept for me since the days of Noah's ark
She endured the time. Like an old child
Crows will deliver me from the cemetery

Maybe ok I'm not mature for you
Cupids do not care - there are only arrows, a bowstring.
Nowhere to shoot - instead of a heart there is a hole
From the heat of women only a fool will warm

And my thoughts are a silent storm
My soul sounds - only the wildest moan
I lost my life - I'll put the cards on the table
I will send my happiness to the most, bitch, distant cache

I do not need to put words
I'm tired of calling landmarks like beacons
Leave the infinity of nicotine in your lungs
And grow in yourself human cattle
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Tear me apart
No pain - no disgust
Tear me apart
Hearts run out of patches