Текст песни mi morozova - vena

Veins cut themselves,
The guitar strings were tuned themselves.
Spoke behind the eyes about the eyes
But only mine have something,
And in yours there is only emptiness.

Unfortunately, it cannot be conveyed in words:
The veins would open themselves
By yourself, by yourself, by yourself.
I kissed you with dry lips
And you hid the scars under your sleeves.

Go away, take everything with you
Addresses, phones and august touch.
It will not have us, either alone or together.
I would only be left with your body without breathing.

I'm feigning depression
And I just turn on our song and drown in it,
Unfortunately, no red wine is spilled
on our clothes;
We just love the silence ...