Lyrics аааааа - аааа

And there is no pain, and in general there was never
     Confused feelings, knotted wires.
     I don't see a damn thing to believe in,
     And for the love of the former, the doors are already closed.

Poke about it and about while the trams are running
Outside the window. And time is melting. Che will be there next?
Rhymes and Punches, roads leading to a bunch
Sealed. For your lips and your sundress.
And I draw images, and on paper notes,
But you are not mine, with you in the stairwell srisuy someone.
Something clicked, flying inside the void.
Falling into bed with you, because I'm not cold.
And again about one thing: you are not like everyone else!
Torn guitar strings, night led away at the peak.
So serenely, wildly drawn to you,
Close your eyes and we will dissolve in darkness.
As if on a breath, blueberry nights
Moving over the abyss and balancing on the brink.
Goose bumps on the skin in a whisper
And we will be blown away by this swamp of unbridled pool.

     And there is no pain, and in general there was never
     Confused feelings, knotted wires.
     I don't see a damn thing to believe in,
     And for the love of the former, the doors are already closed.

One on one, somewhere among the nine,
It seems that you are not alone, how many ice floes in your heart?
The sun! You were drunk until the morning in the middle of the night!
And I would heal my wounds.
Petrol zippa froze in my hand
I am to heaven, she is back, hides her eyes and in her fist
Sheets are written, izkomkany, for what?
A weighty volume is not worth my notebook.
I can't see a degree, more expensive than a wall
Stained graffiti porches. All the way
I lay myself, but I will not feel better
Disassembled into details, all this stuff.
Do not be silent! All puzzles stick together in one
When the heart is pounding, morphine will jump by injection.
I feel a vector in your hand, not in others
The heat that echoes me: we are on the right path

For a long time outside the sun does not shine
We drowned our feelings on the bottom of the well
In the eyes of Rajon nothing gives hope
And here, too, the air was not naturally fresh
I have lost all my bills without end
I thought the situation is always in my hand
Often stars flicker in the lost consciousness
They want to quickly strive until the heart beats
Drunk negative, muddy engines for huts
I'm so tired of the endless expectations of a good tomorrow.
Crushed cigarette ash will tell about one thing.
The fact that once began - end later
From my memory you can not add a puzzle
And here is not enough strength to stay for a long time
But travel me again lure the city
I am somewhere in its epicenter where around is just cold

And there is no pain, and in general there was never
Confused feelings, knotted wires.
I don't see a damn thing to believe in,
And for the love of the former, the doors are already closed.