Текст песни Poll Mack - Не растить и не строить

Too little one night
For two people.
You start to burn
From touch.
I love bomber.
Lyrics - consequences.
These arms are molded
From nothing.
Beautifully talk about the future
Which is not going to happen.
Beautifully hand it is hidden under his cheek.
Walk in fragments with you
How long will yet?
Not the right who is trying to find the truth
Always it comes to the bar.
He is weak.

I do not know you - lose.
It is painfully disappointing.
How do you know that you're home
Painted on glass with your fingers.
Stuffy syllable in the throat to endure.
I sigh a century of his life to do.
Do not spit.
Do not dare.

Bay itself
Hoping to stop.
Quarrels salt scattered on the table.
You and I
Do not grow and build.
No child.
Neither house.
Not a dream.