Митчелл - Твои инстаграмы
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Your Instagrams are silent
Like drunk cats in the basements on winter sleep
Your Instagrams are silent
As if they are not
Together with you
And I came up with everything
And there is nothing that could give a reason
Wait by the window your profile
Your Instagrams are silent
Like everything that is not
Like everything that does not know me
Your Instagrams are silent
And scorch all the songs
In my mind

Die
On my hands
With a glass of wine
Or without
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore
Die
On my hands
With a glass of wine
Or without
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore

Your Instagrams are silent
And pretend that everyone is crashed
Your Instagrams are silent
And I understand
What is easier to be a god
Than to look for something
In your cold eyes
Your Instagrams are silent
While the rain falls
While I fall
So far, everything falls

Die
On my hands
With a glass of wine
Or without
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore
Die
On my hands
With a glass of wine
Or without
I do not care anymore
I do not care anymore