Текст песни Трино, INYOU - Ва-банк

I completely gave up. I am in your arms
The chances ended in my pockets
Other spaces. Do not get to us
They just look at how we lost everything

Our air locks fell to the bottom everything
In his utopias, not seeing the abyss at all
Wings of good luck shouted to us: "You do not be afraid"
We will raise you high, but then throw you down

Fortune played for us. We circled under velvet jazz
Forgetting the words "pass". NONSTOP! NONSTOP!
This game calls to itself
And we got stuck there, making our bets

All in! Yes, this is a wa-bank!
We go to Va-Bank. Baby, how are you?
On my old watches fly
This is a drama about how we played with the glare of happiness

All in! Yes, this is a wa-bank!
We go to Va-Bank. Baby, how are you?
On my old watches fly
This is a drama about how we played with the glare of happiness

You don't talk to me (with me)
But everything speaks of you (about you)
I go in my head with the thought of one
"Well, how are you now? Well, how am I now, ah?"

You don't talk to me (no)
It’s easier for you to be silent (silent)
But it’s hard for me to be silent
That I want you wildly. Come to my tea

You know how to subordinate, and I hurt
You look as if nothing had happened, but in the throat of com (lump)
Will not save Lyubov.com (lump)
My evenings with cognac

Your evenings: friends and clubs (no!)
The lips are pouted in front of the mirror (no!)
And therefore I am somewhere in the depths
There is no soul and exit from there (no!)

There is nothing better than feeling for you
Around the emptiness. I miss the crunch of bones
I can see you at least once, at least in a dream

And what I feel is just a cold from the walls
And what do I feel, you are cold like snow
Strong whiskey and not absinthe will not warm me
The circle of loved ones will not warm me, because you are not

And I'm going to Va-Bank
All in! Yes, this is a wa-bank!
We go to Va-Bank. Baby, how are you?
On my old watches fly
This is a drama about how we played with the glare of happiness

All in! Yes, this is a wa-bank!
We go to Va-Bank. Baby, how are you?
On my old watches fly
This is a drama about how we played with the glare of happiness