Текст песни cm up wth it - hoegaarden

you just remember a Hoegaarden drunk sex,
and wines from Italy, with quotations from the status;
I hate this pendulum, and to hell with the world,
because all the heat is us! ..
embroidery water channels or television on the night;
red light in the bathroom, the house de-energized,
pain,
clammy hands, neighbors screaming and knocking on the walls,
you wanted to go to Paris this fall.
and glimpses, sorry, that does not close relatives,
Hoegaarden us under the sky takes
Star Trek foals,
Brodsky on benches
in the park,
and waltz under Hoegaarden
in the streets.
even wet matches, fuck,
in my dirty bag
wine with a cigarette in blur.
in very cold rain,
not otogreem each other,
Just let your body around,
whore.

you just remember a Hoegaarden evening
sunset and arms,
but I disliked the fact
that we will no longer family,
and do not have much more of those favors tube.
head aches, I'm under Pentalgin
I am trying to say something important, but
Hoegaarden had finished and look at good-bye
I throw like a point in our epilogue.
red thread background staring at the horizon,
you cried filth in the last rays of the sun;
I thought a minute, I remember, used to live one you,
the relations with the smell of incense.
and now you do not fucking remember.
washing down pills Hoegaarden.