Текст песни Дарья Трайден. - Просто прочитай.

I once again with an outstretched hand,
Like Hitch,
As a beggar on the porch.
You do not stop,
After all, you have to go forward,
But we can not help, even in the last resort.
Very painful palms hang back into the void.
To explain to you,
As all this is silly,
I have no words.
In general, just read what was on the left wrist,
And pretend that you do not understand about whom.
The plot did not have a happy ending,
To be blunt romantic melodrama
With fanfare.
You of specializing on psychedelia
And the bloody thrillers
The scene is not for children.
Open final, closed doors
And drafts in the relationship.
That would be a strong,
Cut into chips and burned.
Now we heat, but will soon collect the ashes.
Rains,
Erasing memory
Blurring weightless pale "we."
And I do not know what we are now left
And who we will
After this brief cold spring.
We dismembered corpse psevdovechnoy love
And abandoned to rot on the road.