Текст песни Shane Street - Ненавидеть

Verse 1:
Drab, black and white dreams.
They decorated the picture, which is drawn you.
Configuring wave, where I live
And hear your thoughts about one.
Well, let them not have colors, texts
As in the poems of the century.
Let the words cut ear
You disgust as agglutinate fluff.
But they hover in my head like a flock of flies.

Verse 2:
Your game, my words
About you, about a dream where you and I are.
Sounds like a torn string
These thoughts are erased as the morning our dreams.
"And the dream to himself, and breathe for you"
Leave the heroes of novels by these words,
Empty promises, empty eyes,
After all, our life is not a game ...

Explosion:
I have to force myself to hate you!
I have to make ... hate! Woah!

Outro:
I have to force myself to hate you
And turning a blind eye, to go forever.
As if the two of us a forgotten dream,
Gone into the abyss of the morning in unison.

Outro - explosion:
I have to force myself to hate you!
I have to make ... hate ...