Lyrics Мы не дождемся этой весны - Ты не со мной
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Лезвие твоих слов по моей бледной коже,
Я смотрю в глаза и ты в мои смотришь тоже.
Но пути твоих дорог не связаны с моими .
Расекаю свои руки об косяки дверные.
Лезвие твоих слов по моей бледной коже,
Я смотрю в глаза и ты в мои смотришь тоже.
Но пути твоих дорог не связаны с моими .
Ведь твои ладони заняты другими.
Страшная боль пронзает изнутри ,
Ты не со мной, за это прости.
Я живу с тобой но в квартире другой
А тебя ебет кто-то чужой.
Зачем ты поступила так, я тебя любил
Мои мысли запутались в глубине ненависти и печали,
Ты сожгла страницы умирающей любви.
Прощай. Я не прощу .
Лезвие твоих слов по моей бледной коже,
Я смотрю в глаза и ты в мои смотришь тоже.
Но пути твоих дорог не связаны с моими .
Расекаю свои руки об косяки дверные.
The blade of your words over my pale skin
I look into my eyes and you look into mine too.
But the ways of your roads are not connected with mine.
I cut my hands on the doorposts.
The blade of your words over my pale skin
I look into my eyes and you look into mine too.
But the ways of your roads are not connected with mine.
After all, your palms are occupied by others.
A terrible pain pierces from within,
You are not with me, for that I am sorry.
I live with you but in the apartment of another
And somebody else's fucking you.
Why did you do it, I loved you
My thoughts are confused in the depths of hate and sadness,
You burned the pages of dying love.
Goodbye. I will not forgive .
The blade of your words over my pale skin
I look into my eyes and you look into mine too.
But the ways of your roads are not connected with mine.
I cut my hands on the doorposts.
I look into my eyes and you look into mine too.
But the ways of your roads are not connected with mine.
I cut my hands on the doorposts.
The blade of your words over my pale skin
I look into my eyes and you look into mine too.
But the ways of your roads are not connected with mine.
After all, your palms are occupied by others.
A terrible pain pierces from within,
You are not with me, for that I am sorry.
I live with you but in the apartment of another
And somebody else's fucking you.
Why did you do it, I loved you
My thoughts are confused in the depths of hate and sadness,
You burned the pages of dying love.
Goodbye. I will not forgive .
The blade of your words over my pale skin
I look into my eyes and you look into mine too.
But the ways of your roads are not connected with mine.
I cut my hands on the doorposts.