Текст песни Kempel - Вдыхай, сука, мои слезы.

breathe , bitch , my tears
love is not as simple as choosing poses on the sheet
you are my mania , my phobia , my magic paint for days on the paper you
breathe , bitch , my tears
love is not as simple as choosing poses on the sheet
you are my mania , my phobia , my magic paint for days on the paper you

rebuild their lives without you as
re- write letters , rush, love in vain
I understand, but painful to write
and the like until the old
to cut steel
songs are already cut down gestures
weary heart beat out of tune with the female is not
monotonically ton ... view
anyone understand someone and forgave
confusing sheets, invented just nick
soul is still in London
where the mind does not remember those bridges built that , when ye knew not that the three of us
and is unlikely to set up a string of the fools
Snowfall is pressed and I fell down
someone shouted turn around , come round again
and hard to forget , and nowhere to run
sense in all this ? do you know? tell me!

breathe , bitch , my tears
love is not as simple as choosing poses on the sheet
you are my mania , my phobia , my magic paint for days on the paper you
breathe , bitch , my tears
love is not as simple as choosing poses on the sheet
you are my mania , my phobia , my magic paint for days on the paper you

remember a couple of sentences , addresses me as if
and in our lives is often shared equally
you ran too far apart in terms
so casually looking into the eyes of a fool built
I'm tired of writing about love, about you
about your dumb life, stuffy , dumb , sorry
time to say STOP , go forward
time to say STOP , go ahead ...
He would have been in my head!
who would be able to perceive things as they are ?
moreover stepping want to leave
just painful to believe , to love pain
love pain ..
it hurts to love pain ..
it hurts to love pain ...
it hurts

breathe , bitch , my tears
love is not as simple as choosing poses on the sheet
you are my mania , my phobia , my magic paint for days on the paper you
breathe , bitch , my tears
love is not as simple as choosing poses on the sheet
you are my mania , my phobia , my magic paint for days on the paper you
breathe , bitch , my tears
love is not as simple as choosing poses on the sheet
you are my mania , my phobia , my magic paint for days on the paper you