Текст песни Vnuk - Твой грех

I wrote on the fence that I don't love you
I go to the boys there beer, smoke a lot of whores.
I'll sew my mouth so as not to write all this
and you are such rubbish fit into the floor of the verse.
Let's not talk about it now, let's forget
and why we can't help but meet on weekdays.
It's not hard for you to forget my idi Vkontakte
casually read, your gentle "how are you?".
I'm on the same compact here with Ptha and Tbilis
girl, don't cry in the morning, don't put me on the alarm
I can smell every millimeter of your scent
let's see you tomorrow, we'll meet for breakfast.