Right me, my coma.
Wind on the roofs sleepy,
And he sings in unison to us.
That soon there will be no longer hurt.
No longer hurt x3
Turn off pairs, today is the day when there is a dream.
In us all something is wrong, and we are taiting the load on the shoulders,
And these dusty windows, stalling in my back, want to destroy me,
They paint the target on me, but I will leave the heart to others.
But
These paths do not pick me up in hell.
And in front of the light we can not avail.
These homes do not pick me up in hell.
People just wait for falls when the resin touch me,
Minds aside on your knees.
Erase him as your words
Expensive threads, as if the snake, and I do not laugh at them
Blurred promise, or dreams, or to the point,
And I'm with him until spring. Trust
There is nothing except for gusts in the blood,
Among the corpses of the forgotten second half,
The whole world in the nervous cell of my head,
Take it all, remember young,
After all, my tomorrow is outside the faces,
These feelings are called, but we play with them,
And let the vector and the path bring us home,
Sing us, that will not hurt.
Chorus.
The world of my honest, loud feelings elapsed all at dawn,
In the silent sky scream, but it will not give me anesthetic,
Your hands seems like the plenty,
All I want only to erase them,
In stereo mono, hysterics, rum,
After all, tomorrow will never meet us.
And their heights are not waiting for us,
After all, the splinter is my flutter from amplitudes,
Movements and rhythms that I am a punch
They will climb my life, but I will go here.
Among the swamp is my forest from concrete,
Don't call me back, native, we are thin,
World from bills, colors and tokens,
Rescue circle - Spill Jin-tonic.
And print us on the photos,
Although there are no emotions in my fingers.
And at least in your heart, too, snowflakes,
Sing us that pain will not return.
Chorus.
