Текст песни Кира Покровская - Знаешь детка, прошло уже не болит

You know, baby, it's gone, it does not hurt anymore
Time does not heal, I'm just on the edge
I go and limp
And every night damned
Whiskey is mine. It hurts.
And without passion and without emotion,
Solid snot on the fist,
You were a special fool ...
Let's leave without proportions
A crazy dose of antidote,
Who could have tasted,
So that in detail lied
Your wife / adored / as in an anecdote ...
You know, baby, it does not hurt anymore ...
Every night damn Doctor, my ah-hurts,
Messes up the sick wounds
And will cut thoughts on the hit