Текст песни Ostapenko - Сложная жизнь

I Thought I walk with you, and so habitually
This evening get straight there as usual
but the words that you spoke to me those
killing everyone inside, but of course a pancake in me
Well there was a time you and I did not know
Now the end of all because now I'm late
and the soul is now my evil flame burns here
not much all of it then melts for you
I'm not going to praise you here bitch
because your fire kindles my memory
Well, I can not put you in your place
Only the top I cry all here already enough
but in my head those discharges
I come to you for help you will be a fire
will not save you nobody sinking in water
I'm far from me there is no reason
then I guess enough for me to fly
It has long been on their feet time for me to become a
pancake pink glasses I need to stay in here
if so do the clouds you sleep
they throw the hell are tenderness, moments
who forever destroy your nerves here
life my plane, I'm in it the pilot
bold, true, just getting ready to take off I was.