Текст песни natashalubitkitov - Питер любит честность.

You'll find me in the "Do not listen will never"
I'll find you the first snowflake, waking up at the end of November.
I remember the first time at home as first tears, and the first cries.
Hair flew and then it was realized.

But the city falls to all of us familiar, something sinister
The red lines on the tiles to fall today you will go.
And while hurls his jeans rolled up on a hanger
Memories of the first and concerns of someone in you will kill

Blanket does not seem warm, is not it?
Do not warm your empty words
Meanwhile, you're still looking sleepy Service
I guess I forgot that you do not need anyone.

Under the pillow there is more hope
And painfully familiar in the heart of the word
You eat until you casually
take off your coat, closing his eyes
you will see that the world is not so bad

But it is better to die from an overdose, nicotine,
or bullet than have a contact in the same world drunk,
In the apartment, where there is only a little bit of light and dust
So suffocate us together, holding it.
And dying in these fucking clothes
Hope is no more on something else,
So shut the damn window.
While we swear to each other,
I will do something

Your hair is torn and the voice of all dried up
Now your dreams distort space
Solid wormholes and gloom
And Kamet will break on the waves full of hatred
Do you remember how the tears flowed down with your little cheeks.
I remember every moment of sincerity
And every sunset on the wrists.
Leaving close the door and kill yourself fuck
Your butterfly kick the bucket on my window
Useless affection
Inside of me.

And you will be in St. Petersburg to drink coffee in a new kofeshke
Until someone falls in love with your gentle eyes.
And I'll burn your songs and jeans on a hanger
Trying to prove to all that nobody is to blame.

And we will steadily sink into the depths of traffic lights
And stops.
The pond harmless slaps
And serious disputes

Until someone fuck in a new apartment
Disturbing the neighbors sleep.
I walk down the street representing
Your new little bed.

And I suffocate the soul in you proud.
Slowly falling to nowhere,
You're the first, and the first sun meanness
My.

Parents do not understand me
finding in a case of glasses a pack of condoms.
Their child was the same kind of smart
And I became a beast.

And teens die in all of us
When the faithful come to an end in the pockets.
I sduyu all the dust from your little hands.
Reaching the surface.