Текст песни Nastra - я типо гордый,но ты бьёшь мои рекорды...

How to quench the pain this tart
unclench their fists
Anger you specific
It is a pity that now is not yours
unrequited love
Forget, now we rarely talk

Now, for some time we stupidly home
We will ask something from the mobile phone
Most think and flinch at every call
Called girlfriend, mum, anyone, but I do not
I will also wait and think, you write
I would be bored, but most write - like superfluous
I'm like a proud but you beat my record
Quarreled, reconcile and re
Again I will drive past your window
Look light, we must know today will be home or not
Revised cards, do not understand jokes
Jealous and miss every minute
They say time heals all wounds, but I'm not going to call
In my heart there is no feeling, and today I'm drunk again

How to quench the pain this tart
unclench their fists
Anger you specific
It is a pity that now is not yours
unrequited love
Forget, now we rarely talk