Текст песни глупые треугольники - Под моей кожей

under my skin hides May
silly tears on the floor , do not drop
caresses the face of the clear sky
were you or was not - is still
in the old pharmacy through walls, floors
I turn off the river , so no one has filled
Yes , the doors jammed soul hammer
I am not ashamed to bare - sand ukroyus

modest lamp is broken in the morning
no more glue - she died
Yes , it means that it's necessary, and I do not judge
Yes , some of us weaves the thread of life

Now I know this terrible secret
and mb I'm here is not accidental
MB and other people's lives for us
and we'll have corn on a platter