Текст песни Клим Стронский - болеюею

Sick of you, my happiness , kill me with your absence ,
Kill me presence, I'm confused or
worthless loser ? Please explain .
And how many more nights will be held ,
nights fly past me, so I raised the hood ,
face and opened the meeting with a light wind
taste of life.
We had dried on the plates .
Prints will remain our desires ,
and the soles erased in the hole
penetrating the oceans of water splashed
on the beach remains of the soul.
On Burning seats
subway cars ,
cloth under your coat ,
remain serotonin
and medication for anemia.
Wildly crying childhood,
pounding heart.
We are so confident and naive
believe love is eternal .
Put my hands on his shoulders
and evening privraschaetsya
in the evening. In the space
your perfume , scratching nostrils
memories upadёm
on the sofa at Christmas ,
and sobbed like a child.
You sick , sick.
Time to hit at a time
it is midnight,
and I will conquer the moon
and you will win
take away , whined
in your ear .
Ill thee,
covering throat
from the cold,
waiting for you again.
on shutdowns , buses,
asking the conductor ,
looking passengers:
& quot; Well, where my dear ?
where my dear ? & quot;