Текст песни nicebeatzprod - Быть пустой

And you do not know why the stomach hurts?
There, all the butterflies died to one.
It's not me, my heart whines
Reminds me to feel alive ...
Be so, you remain yourself.
If it hurts, smile wider.
Everywhere here, you know, the law is like that.
To be insensitive, to be empty.

We already had the first snow.
I remember how he fell that year.
I often froze, a man saved me
Which repeated:
I love you!