Текст песни Катя Олива - Пластик в вене

Plastic in vein, blood in wine, drug in blood - do you even know what love is? A world of possibilities, many paths, roads, but you can't tell right away. you take and paint the porcelain glass with yellow paints. although I never liked yellow ... it's like burned-out hair carelessly splitting at the ends. smoke in your hair. cigarette on the windowsill. and as soon as the curtains are silent and do not disdain? The most difficult thing for them is to look at us. watch the candles eat themselves in the evening. and we sleep.
and no one has ever loved anyone here. so simple, out of pity, out of habit. but you never know the reasons in quotes? and you are quieter, otherwise you will let it slip. and push it closer so that you don't go crazy. Don't lie to me, or to yourself, to any of us. do not swallow ascorbic acid and mistake them for potent aspirin. it's just that I've had a runny nose, plastic, wine, blood and you ...