Текст песни zarewo. - последнее шоу

I touch my skin knife
In the outlines of the damned shots
Without hope for placebo help in fires
September detached stones
I touch my skin knife
And you are a hematoma on loam
How beautiful teen psychotrauma
So hopelessly loved

I touch my skin knife
And do not return anything
You disappear and I forget instantly
What is my essence
I touch my skin knife
Only all this is no sense
Images float in puddles of wine
Psychotrame overturned the old shelf

Surride my frightened fingers,
As unworn piano sound
Because of you I will be drunk today
Because of you and tomorrow I will be drunk
Fantwing like a nevack on the old bridge over the ink river
And already fuck on all these songs about how I wanted to be with you
And already fuck on what you eat at all
And what are you doing either, no matter
You are just scars on my hands, justification of weakness,
Only passion
It doesn't matter to whom you will fuck with
After such arrays of pain
And not almost, every verse of a vague
And I am quite wettered
You are my last nightmare in the cradle of the night, which I
I will not forget over the years
And how to take attention to each photo where it squeezed
Stationery teeth
I would be your phrase for the voice recorder
That we are not like a couple
Tearing a soccer in a fit
Rivers from blood to me will be taken

I touch my skin knife
And do not return anything
You disappear and I forget instantly
What is my essence
I touch my skin knife
Only all this is no sense
Images float in puddles of wine
Clumsy spilled on the table
You will not hear what I will tell you a whisper,
From the passing of tablets in the kitchen, broken, tired
In hand again the knife is my last show