Текст песни Лука - ломает

It breaks me
Romanes burned
I did not find out without reading
That fell in love only in whores and drug addicts
Whores and drug addicts
Send kisses to them endlessly
After all, personally the devil
After all, the devil personally bequeathed to me
Correct each, hopeless
Hopeless and failure
Drawn by verses, aa
On the subcortex I have
Laughter and tears
Carefully stores
Our museum of emotions
Our museum of emotions
I'm so used to him
It breaks more
Heaps of shit were allowed through the veins
Apolitical to horror
So stop shit in my ears
There are no speeches about feelings
No do not treat - better
Will not talk about bad
And we’ll do better
Laughter and tears
Carefully stores
Our museum of emotions
Our museum of emotions
I'm so used to him
I do not break me to pieces
I will be thrown alive in the fire
You hang indifferently
Knowing, your turn is soon
There is no frame and colors
The cash desks have been closed for a long time
Three graces cry
They cherished, they have nothing to do
When leaving the plane, do not forget your personal belongings