Forget or cross me out of history.
I am one hundred percent sure that the new fucker will be soon,
forget the rose petals, the dim light, the smell of vanilla,
after a couple of days - you will not remember his last name.
Do not remember the nights with him, your hearth has died down!
You will not remember how you shoved the blame on him and are unlikely to call you drunk, because the numbers are erased and go to the bathhouse ...
maybe someone will be softer with you, bring me a game with a bitch in a ball.
He saw the beauty in you, he was stupid blind,
now he smokes, and you dick for crying ...
You do not care that he does not find a place the world cracked, life without you is equal to falling into the abyss and grabbing at nothing and he is not a genie, far from a lamp your house your desires actions what are you?
And let my soul calmly fly away, and let my heart beat but out of rhythm, I will put up with the fact that no one snores in my ear, I will put up with the fact that after this song we are enemies ...
He’s such a bore and the kid isn’t funny, he will forget her because he was enraged by everything in her - to the flesh to the smell of stupid manners of a vile voice can be appreciated by the dumb type on Mercier S-ke fucking ties, bracelets, chains and pendants well yes, you do not care on the pancake shell
I'm sure that a bitch will throw you a bitch in a whirlpool, well, let's say that I'm wrong
It’s not patsansky fucking to beat a girl, not patsansky it’s mercantile to spend denyushki, I wanted love and got all the whores in the bag
That I would not see your fucking things in my house
This is the last taxi
Come on get out
And so already with you so much
From love we puke
Exhausted topics for conversation
I'm tired of this cycle and repetitions
And let my soul calmly fly away, and let my heart beat but out of rhythm, I will put up with the fact that no one snores in my ear, I will put up with the fact that after this song we are enemies ...
