Текст песни Dinayx mc - Мертві квіти

I chekavshy black streaks forget these terms,
I could not think that you are so proud
Vytseplyayu transgressors can find a comfort
Do not think that will be so cold this summer

Pohuy flowers, poetry and all my suffering
Tears are not eternal as love rospovidi
Autumn feeling like a bitch hraetsya
My brain does not get out of the pit with tsieyi

Those makes life not as I would
You do not love povirish frankly I could not
Many pyu and you yourself and pour me another
I do not know the future and it breaks you

These primitive rhymes such banal truth
Tell me why I give a sign not happy
A broken soul apples from an old Sade
I climbed myself though so often fall

Closing his eyes turned your imagination
Lay on the side roslablenym and pyanym
Through sleep screaming like a company of soldiers
I see hell is probably my way

Only you hurt me like znaesh
Hrua fun from the outside but the heart creaks
False friendship, people often cheap
In their concessions readily available models

Breaking doors smashing their fists
Without fairies who procured gray days
Nima talk of all when alone
Soon winter poyavlyatsya new wounds

Sooner me talk about it, but how else
14 and I zayibavsya cough
You old soon so I have not take
I have a strong spirit itself sooner pomreshYa black streaks chekavshy not forget these terms,
I could not think that you are so proud
Vytseplyayu transgressors can find a comfort
Do not think that will be so cold this summer

Pohuy flowers, poetry and all my suffering
Tears are not eternal as love rospovidi
Autumn feeling like a bitch hraetsya
My brain does not get out of the pit with tsieyi

Those makes life not as I would
You do not love povirish frankly I could not
Many pyu and you yourself and pour me another
I do not know the future and it breaks you

These primitive rhymes such banal truth
Tell me why I give a sign not happy
A broken soul apples from an old Sade
I climbed myself though so often fall

Closing his eyes turned your imagination
Lay on the side roslablenym and pyanym
Through sleep screaming like a company of soldiers
I see hell is probably my way

Only you hurt me like znaesh
Hrua fun from the outside but the heart creaks
False friendship, people often cheap
In their concessions readily available models

Breaking doors smashing their fists
Without fairies who procured gray days
Nima talk of all when alone
Soon winter poyavlyatsya new wounds

Sooner me talk about it, but how else
14 and I zayibavsya cough
You old soon so I have not take
I have a strong spirit itself will die sooner