Текст песни soulsadpoet - Клуб 16

We fall into the abyss for you, my friend
We remember every day and liters tears around
no words now that time is eternal treated wounds
And you are still young and eternally drunk
We are still waiting for your return home
dirty icted smooth under the moon
I would have returned for a moment to fix everything
But fate on my plans again puts the point

and what no one knows
and at times we burn in that gray car
You were the best, outside of all nominations
The first who created our club 16 for us