Текст песни Дмитрий Ерофеев - 10 - Лирическая, бля

I would like to forget it all
All that related me with you!
I would like to kill these thoughts
In order not to crush my peace.
I got the questions of yours:
"When will you finally become another?"
I answer you - never!
And all your feelings are melting like smoke. Melting kaaak breathe ...

I am annoyed by your opinion,
Putting the next nail.
I do not want to go back,
Let the blown bridge do.
Dead Hope, Faith, Love
The wind will erase the left trace
The wind will clean my thoughts,
No longer need to look for the answer ...

On these stupid questions of yours .... on the ker all ...
You no longer ask me anything .. on the dick everything ...