Already not hoping that we are no longer there, nearby.
You, you smoke a light menthol. You take a ticket in one direction tomorrow.
How many were untruthful of us, and how little hopes became in us.
Today, I will remain the same option of myself,
What betrays love for the sake of the same.
The lips are bitten. *Var, how do you behave?
Our paradise became artificial to the edge.
You cry with sick dreams.
I am leaving the answers, hiding my eyes.
On the floor, cigarettes, precipitate of empty packs.
Smoke, looking in buzzy that very shade.
Where are we, and why only traces on the walls?
Where did the fear come from? Answer, please what is the matter?
What is the blade in your hands, what have you done, a fool?!
How often we did not have to think.
As rarely opening - to speak.
Today I will remain an endless noise
What drowned in cities among the windows.
Endless noise, endless noise.
Endless noise, endless noise.
Endless noise, endless noise.
Endless noise, endless noise.
Noise...
I remember how I lit. He warmed his hands from the lighter.
Your screams, a sweaty cricket, throwing smoking.
Where is our sky above your head.
Where we will write down the video a*gear.
Count where we are still the same outfit.
Count, you don't want to. Ask: "What's the matter?"
So little we had to see us then
And I will figure out: this is a bitch and a fool.
Fuck, you will remember everything, and let's go back
There, even trouble, and I will understand.
A couple of minutes this side pool
Will make you think about you and tear your voice.
“My Bosanova,” muttered “We are important,”
But we don’t even stand nearby. No, we are not the same.
Come and figure out the moth, this is not us.
They could not come, dissolve alive.
Hello!
Again the same topic for repetition. All thoughts are a sharp turn.
And without you, it seems so easy, but I remember - again the pain.
Silent, my phone screams! Who are you to me? Smoke as if it will change.
Do not look into my eyes - I will not become others in any way.
The body in agony. Pill tablets. GL5.ru
Cold palms. Inside is no longer colitis.
And in this pain, which was called "love" -
Our world is drowning in a crazy pursuit of life.
Endless noise, endless noise
Endless noise, endless noise.