Текст песни Max M8 - 06.Ссора

My internal conflict ,
monitor glare, the lift will soon
Top - down , click, screams , quarrel
Not great
Gen. ruins , again a bit brain cuts
Compressed - dust , languor
The rhythm of my kinked
Dym.kuhnya.ya home
Fragments of plates and table
Swept dirt - whisper aloud
Maz.vtirayu whiskey
Smog.vprok.sobyty transfer
page perelestni
The love and hate
Spirit does not translate
Yes, the spirit does not translate
Looking straight into the eyes
P - o- h - grade a.vzdor.lyubimy
Your thorny flowers
Light off without hands , without words
The seam in black and white
One hundred hours about what we have done