Текст песни ИВ - Снова о запахе

Memory play on the nerves,
Again, the veins draining somewhere on the floor,
I Lapa memories
Psevdopriznaniya wound on his fist,
And move clear - to the beat.
Sore suffocating dust,
And remember, a fairy tale come true threatened to do -
It turned back pain.
Invents, signed a non-aggression pact
We hide from each other scandal
Love secret.
I cried about it.
In fact: harbored importantly -
I can not wear a T-shirt that she wore,
To save the smell.
Sun is committed to the west,
I get stuck in it,
My God! - A tenacious mine.
It smells so that it would be desirable to get drunk,
But I left the choke,
What subcortex burned - memory.
The rest is written off in the archives.
I revel in the knowledge that on the agenda -
The one that was with me - not mine.