Текст песни voice of loneliness - save me.

Neither today, nor tomorrow you will love me. You will love the moles on his hands the color of milk, and not my favorite raincoat, in the mornings, the mastered dampness. Easy Breeze, who fell on the loafing memories, for some reason reminded of gatherings in a small bar: hijacked colleagues whiskey, you did not want to part with a feeling of burnt larynx. I envied anyone with whom you drank on Thursdays. Chilling a hoarse cough, the taste of blood climbed the outcome to death - under the jazz music, your smile flourished, my lungs turned inside out under the noise of iridescent water from the bathroom. Cooking her throats with broken hands, waves until midnight listened to the voice of the extended boy, who screamed in full voice to the stars. He understood how terrible helplessness, but continued to whisper:

-Force, save from this terrible city ...