Текст песни 16 - Я был жестоким

Thoroughly sounds in the hands of flour
In the words of empty , go away is not so simple .
Sitting side by side, looks hurt .
And on the limit , both know do not have time .

Parted gently , cigarettes ,
Forgive me , a chalk on the floor
Coffee cools down , left time.
Forgive me , I was ill ... I was cruel

Scale opinions pronouns conflict
Your voice is quieter , you tell me -nenavizhu .
Shuffle thought hangs system
And on the limit , both know do not have time .

Parted gently , cigarettes ,
Forgive me , a chalk on the floor
Coffee cools down , left time.
Forgive me , I was ill ... I was cruel