Текст песни P.S. Сима - Абика

My girl, why do you have a lot of blood in verses?
Maybe you want to complain to anyone?
Cherry, why do you have so much pain in your eyes?
Don’t shout, don’t move, everything will work out.

I will threaten, spit, yell,
and you be silent and nod your head.
The dashing thief took all your joy
and sold, not howl, my sparrow.

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And as we drink tea, we will destroy you.
nobody needs you, not even us.
a fairy in acid dissolved your little tooth
she will cook you in parts, yum.