Текст песни Джиджи и Максим Винтер - Перегорели

well, that’s all - exhausted, burned out
and in the midst of a sea of ​​people - there is no shore.
madam, you warm plaid, Coelho, whiskey in a glass
so that they forget the nights when you moaned with him

dozens of roses and SMS - everything seems to be true.
who would have thought that then the nerves were erased to blood
a fire burns, an instant - the flame is extinguished
it’s so hard to believe, but then you’ll understand for yourself

and not writing about it is difficult. throw the link to "ask"
at least the question itself is - "does the time of the wound suture?"
still alive, but sometimes I want to be forgotten.
flipping through the public pages on VKontakte will not find any meaning.

and how many lyric rap ballads would you not listen to
you know that he will not return. do you believe this is nonsense.
and are people around you? no, these are just shadows.
The playlist is popped, but on the repeat of Lesha Keny.