Текст песни NaF - ...из Шёлка

Well, here I am even more corns,
Believed how many so far may be sick,
Having spoiled on the selection of elbows on the windowsill,
I do not look at anything else I remember
And this figuratively, expression, eyes
That unreasonably divertly
If not satisfied, I am assted an asshole
I need the truth, so catching it,
But so what should I wait for the neck of the wall again,
I do not touch you, I close the door loudly
All squeeze all these hysterics
Kidachka is not one-time, then with them, then with those
The eyes are dead, the fingers are not moving,
Breathing like the baby, the temperature is underestimated
Inside burns something, I think I'm wrong,
Decoration on the neck collar and leaving.
And even now, when it is clearly not my fault,
I am a fall to communication on old pairs.
Let go gradually does not smear as before,
We will not see who regret back.
You watch not think that I'm here,
I posit myself as an ideal in essence.
Himself a lot of fucking with Duru one nomulus.
What was a catalyst, far from go.
I arrive, heart on quarantine.
I will remember life and up to half.
Colorful moments, cadres of lovers.
And you remember everything, do you hear? I remember too.

This is the inner world, well, or as it is there.
How I myself blurthes to the phone monitor.
Little SMS still sms.
And you are mine or your whole here.
Tipo by arms come on, let's now all together.
And you make all these my old songs.
I clarify the circles, it happened on the huts.
A little bit lost but returned back.
I'm fine, it seems seriously configured.
We are here two, bare feet on the socks and in the room.
On the floor of the bathroom in a slow waltz.
In the smoke of parliament minutes, after orgasm.
Like a fairy tale, right God with her, with this kitchenware.
With everyone who opputes or doha is too smart.
You can not explain anything I see everything in my eyes.
In these mirrors on the second floor we are.
Speak seconds in yourself or moments for memory.
It was not enough for it.
Speak seconds in yourself or moments for memory.
It was not correct to postpone such a cathray.

Only one thing tolerate me so much.
In the hour in short with her happy, now I am sure for sure.
Midnight in the shirt, sleepy.
Papin girl Pai.
I'm not shaved, sharpening again I dream about.
Prettyly storing feelings.
Next when the pulse is rapidly.
Careless handwriting in a postcard.
View hiding under the hood.
There were doctors, I have your reasons, they said not to cure.
Screaming view, sick with you.
Love is not trifles!
I feel silent, you feel very often.
The temperature is forty, the princess is dangerous.
With you like a fairy tale.
To stay still on a little bit, but they said:
"There is only a couple of minutes"
You are there, and I'm here, online and non-stop.
You will be on board, I joining the wing of the plane.
I am glad to be near the station, but I am with you to the final.
Thousands of stars are burning for you, almost every night.

And I generally changed, well, right to extremes.
It was less likely to smoke, alcohol only on holidays.
Such you know became a type of approximate child.
Tipo dear well everything is not necessary hysterical.
How many times I said goodbye, I stopped counting.
After all, we love each other, in fact, what else do you need?
You are alone always there, and for me it is important.
You have patience along the way that God forbid everyone.
I'm on the studio, for you strange songs.
"Hello" night speaking at the club, I know infuriates.
I'm not happy myself, but understand me too.
This is a type of idiot dream and I walked to it.
The skin is similar from silk, eyes are also bottomless.
I'm lost in them, I go like the bottomless.
Unnecessary to the side, in the direction of strangers.
They are worth only the background, remember and no more.
I am sick, apparently perhaps even paranoia.
Take me by hand, I'll take you too.
And we are even a little similar with you.
It's not a step to meet this so conclude.