It got more autumn summer rain
from the fact that he brutally washed off the last summer minutes
the windows are cold air mixed with depresnyakov
"sleepless night" is enough, I can do without "good morning"
threw cigarette butts from the third, why did I meet you?
because he knew that he would shoot, love in the autumn
this is when I have nothing to show you except the average
it's when you're always drunk, and you're often not sober
gave you hands you took them and cut them
dug in with a blade, everything is so childish, quarrels over bespont
we were together? no, there was no one to just fuck.
it's not me like that, this love is so vile
got it finally, don’t shout, no sharp movements
as much as you want to hate, but let me only get dressed first, or in honor of farewell, give me
I took the heart, I tweaked it, hid it in a corner, in the farthest
your bed, as you find - call
so that I know that it is in cold, unreliable hands again ..
so that there are more depressed writings,
about them, to get stuck, penetrated .. there
where a soul has already shot a clip for each track,
where the quarrels are in one click, in one of those pristine depths, you
you take a peek at risk, you don’t even have to go deep
but at least take a screen, because the memory is still full
selfie on the background of pain, rather merge in VK
hashtags there is no love and our names are with you
although I’m not in love, but with tenderness I puke from wine
your legs in stereo, the best of all panoramas
I am your best effect, I was the first to get into winamp
flowed in the eyelash region when it was drunk, when the room is dark, it’s cold and you are alone,
eyes to nowhere, your brown glare from the glass
I do not love you, but I sew in every song
make you cry out of place, and it's generally useless
and didn’t even try, he stood in the porch, there are many beloved buildings, and there are only a couple of stairs to you
come out unpainted, homely, sleepy, sweet,
and I was so scared when you stood behind your back
like mowing a couple, like lovers,
because of loved ones we often drink, but not from the pain caused
at night we write what it seems like to be silent during the day
the dark area that saw us together was empty without us
so often i'll come for an hour wherever we go
come on where is happiness? Sorry, but no more
Where is it? where did it go? "Maybe ..." wait! Do not speed..
let's not wrap these circles
again, I killed in myself yours
in the chest rot from love before you another kid
tears put out the lights, I'm your drug
but don’t bother me, now I am against
just don’t erase those days where we slept more than one
now we have nothing to change
unless you set the path in a new way, so that you have the type I have nobody
and everyone is happy, you and I ..
