Текст песни Дакота - Мои руки хотят ...

I'm on your nechayno tossed dough, because I know his worst
I deliberately lied to you - I saw, said a cold voice
And tomorrow I will not take the note Mi, so do not care
Do not drive, but rather embrace, not me ... that the next sober or something
Outside, as the crow car car
Alain lit sorry, your beautiful easy way to failure
And I'm a wimp, I have not changed
And curly waves of smoke live, charging the hood until it stops
I smoke, and the only way I breathe, bringing the chromium on the walls:

My hands want last year's gloves
Those pairs that those that I carelessly did not lose once
My hands want new paint under the skin deeply and painfully heart to feel something, too
My hands ... My hands want want ...

Ash fell silent keys burned
Between whites dying, I do not hurt is no longer a shock
I smile and dies
Crawl out half-dead on the balcony