Текст песни nedonebo - букет из пуль

it's time to take off the masks
I want to see you real
literally pull your heart out
and hide in your black box.

so that no one conquered him
do not break so prickly phrases
I would swear on blood
I would sing akathists, but I don't have to.

I just have to sing to them, I have to be in time
at least not be late
leave your mark, but it's time to grow up
and forget about you, forget about you.

there are only 2 options to choose
both are more precious than life or death
I could pull you out of my chest
but then I'll be completely empty.

I would not wish you without tabla
or write about fucking what's left of me
I just wanted to give warmth through words
but got online barking and blah blah fucking

and as if there is even ice between us
cutie, let's fly past secrets
I’m like your movie, and you better don’t shake
my head is out of tune, I will be with you even more

round the clock running circles out of boredom
hands in the pockets of your favorite jacket
squeeze war-girlfriend gift
Makarov sends you greetings, bastards.

round the clock running circles out of boredom
hands in the pockets of your favorite jacket
squeeze war-girlfriend gift
Makarov sends you greetings, bastards.

it's time to put on masks
this smell of money so attracts
we are with you in a posthumous bundle
10 minutes and the whole world in your pocket

father told me "don't believe them son"
he saw the enemy in material goods
on the verge of failure, on the verge of poverty
all my youth in bottomless debt

and then I caught up - this is definitely not an option
live and die at the desk
time flew by and I did not catch up with the prospects
but what would it do?

except anger towards everyone who laughs
and pokes a finger at us for the way they are dressed
dear, I fucked society in the mouth
you and me two, and two pistols.

hands up, be silent, cash
here now their sadness will be replaced by grimaces
I remember - I promised not to think of you
but the money is in our hands and we will leave for the sunset.

so that it fits in my palm there
quiet sunset, waves lick us
but we are happy, down with their war
together against everyone like Clyde and Boney.

now it hurts me twice
with thoughts "where are you" I do not sleep
I give her bouquets of bullets
to make love in war

it hurts me twice
with thoughts "where are you" I do not sleep
I give her bouquets of bullets