Текст песни Твоё нежное безумие - Всегда один

Sweaty palms in thin hands.
Your voice is an unpleasant sound.
Flames of lust in gray eyes
Breakfast crumbs on a mustache.

Stupid bunch of ridiculous words.
It’s immediately obvious that he’s ready,
To force everyone to treat
The horror of this machine of love.

Fierce hatred of rude phrases
New insult for the hundredth time.
A kind smile of thin lips
Rough fingers of cold hands.

He can only hate, he can only whine,
He pours mud on those whom he cannot please.
Outside, a cute fluff in zero gravity,
Inside the substance of envy and meanness.

He is always offended and always completely alone,
In his thoughts he dismembers those whom he seems to have loved.
And she doesn’t want to figure it out and doesn’t want to understand
It is impossible to love such a rare scum.

Romance throws in the mud
To sweeten his vile phrases.
His fantasy is rude
And in it he touches you.

He doesn’t want to dream everything,
He was born to possess.
As a master, as a master
Number one is always one.

Fierce hatred of rude phrases
New insult for the hundredth time.
A kind smile of thin lips
Rough fingers of cold hands.

He is ready to get his own
Let him spit in the face.
Offered so many times,
But alas, it is not given to understand.

How absurd his silly laugh
How disgraceful by his appearance.
How hopelessly stupid
Pronounces his thoughts out loud.