Текст песни Рустакей Мутный - Забей

There was a lot of lyrics in your direction, in vain,
He wrote from the heart from the heart, lovingly,
But it was just boiling again and a crazy nut,
He took a notebook and began to write a new verse,
Again about love, couplets about one love, etc., etc.
About feelings that are hard to hide for me
A night without sleep, outside the winter
I am writing a verse to you, the time is three hours,
I've been thinking about you for so long that I’ve gone to work,
There was no swing, but there was little, everyone was tired of that,
I was so killing because of you
A lot of time has passed, a campaign in vain,
The poet wrote that poet that he loved madly,
The second cigarette, the text without making a sound,
And yet he finished the novel,
After reading all this ... just ripped ...

Chorus:

All these songs and snot that I wrote to you,
Ha ... Forget it ... just forget it
Don't tell me love and warmth right now
Just ... Forget ... just forget
And even if there is love for another but not for me,
Still ... Forget it ... just forget it
I send everything to hell and score for everyone
And you too ... Forget ... just forget ...