Again, these gray days.
Ask forget about love.
You'll be able to find a better,
And I'm all alone, too!
It hurts a little cold - is not new
Again, be one-loving him like a brother.
Instead, betrayal! did not move an eyebrow.
You let him go! What was the occasion?
No matter, like, already lived.
Ill, pereplakala night. Oh my God!
How could you forget? how difficult it was
Get used to hide the tears under a smile.
Passionate love does not come back as childhood.
Another hero wants to warm your heart.
Like it turns out, just not enough spices.
That something is not right .. What I can not believe.
You've been so - the life of me,
Staying insane gray days ..
Flying weeks, and that first
Never understand what he had done!
Again, these gray days.
Ask forget about love.
You'll be able to find a better,
And I'm all alone, too!
Do good on earth, Brother? I believed her ..
And in return - a series of lonely days.
And if so, why I became fiercely?
And now as a manifestation of evil revenge.
Do good? And where is the love?
Why share it all on yours and mine?
Already used as a means to ensure that pain,
But do not believe that everything is decided from above.
It is necessary to chill the skin and with fire in his heart
I wander alone between earlier and later.
Greedy breaths between floors
Swallow light thin air.
So bad to me. One that lives inside zdohni!
Brains - junk, cloudy glass, hurt
Only the gray days of the windows.
And you do not fuck you?
Again, these gray days.
Ask forget about love.
You'll be able to find a better,
And I'm all alone, too!
Slightly under alcohol, slightly rasstoroenny.
Forgot already two months which we stand.
Once I flew up to the sky, now available fervor
Or so I also remember that happiness was full.
Happiness is ... I do not have to dust the week,
Routine again, honestly try to tolerate tantrums on the basis of trust.
To the stars through the thorns, nice idea was to be ..
Little did the gods have given us a fuse and did you know what to look for in vain ... rasskaivayas its stubbornly solid.
And where is the tenderness? Why was only a whisper drunk?
Not for nothing, but not for nothing that a drop of black ink
Split time, and can not remember who he loved already.
And through the mist and fog on the glass car
I can see bad - what a sign - or brick, or stop!
Hundreds of homes, weeks, gray days,
But, in general, we are not so bad one!
Again, these gray days.
Ask forget about love.
You'll be able to find a better,
And I'm all alone, too!