Текст песни ToKris - мы рисовали раставание на расстоянии

Twisted the second day of your death
You are not forgotten
Remember you
Fuck you loved
When you understand what the most important thing in this world
Remain as if there were no problems
I know you saw a lot, though young more
Your soul can no longer tolerate death
Flying memories
Sluggish
You thought you live
And it turned out you sang about what was not
But I do not believe
You spoke myself
What saw us from birth in the sky
And heard my strange songs
Even if we will not together
Then one damn will be in the same thing our room
Where destinies were solved where there was not dark
Where at least like you don't cool, you will not fall to the bottom
When warm in the shower when you see that you can get warm
To someone what to say, or just get dressed and go out
Cutting cigarettes for two
This to you, and this me
I have matches, you have a pink lighter
We are like some, but without a friend can not live
We fucking swear, but never flies
Yes, I fuck, we will be forever
We will forever in this hotel
Sick beauty soul, and something untimely
It's not suffering, it is lost relationship
I know you can do something
For I have already forgot to think
I was separated by atoms in your system
Space no, but he was when we were still sang
That you do not feel time
Three cherished words about relationships
I repeat
But they sounded
"Our love sadness"
I'm when I wake back back
We will continue to write a book
About how people don't know how to think
Heart and head
It was important to me, together
For you, "we are alone, well, let"
It was strange
When you let go of a person
When you remember the blood on the bath
Sanitars bento my banner
I'm his companion
Inverted crosses in this world
What we have painted
People do not understand them
They don't know
As we take off
Above the sky, where the stars did not allow us to breathe
But I know
That all this is not true
New year will be since it is necessary
We will smoke and drink, and fuck you
We will join
Rows are not romance, it's easier for me to kill
or forget about what I treated pulling out sheets from the book
Tokris is a spell of something eternal
Holes in the liver
Doctors pinch me with a triftatzine of a first-aid kit
Yes, fuck me, I only treat me
No longer listen to these gusts promised
Start doing something. what did you think when meeting