Панки в Большом Городе - Окурки
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I put out the cigarette butts
On my battered hands
You put them out too, on my white skin
Scars forever
I put out the cigarette butts
On my battered hands
You put them out too, on my white skin
Scars forever
Bad memories, reminders of you (very bad)
Remain like scars under the sleeve
Of the shirt you gave me (you gave me)
In a broken heart, moments are like bandages on a fracture
One last cigarette on the shared balcony
Two red embers flicker in the darkness
But the kettle no longer whistles over the blue flower
It hurts
I put out the cigarette butts (this is my self-harm)
On my battered hands (battered hands)
You put them out too, on my white skin
Scars forever
I put out the cigarette butts (this is my self-harm)
On my battered hands (battered hands)
You put them out too, on my white Skin
Scars are forever
We grossly overestimated our feelings
Instead of rings, two hearts on our fingers
But I find myself in a strange art
We have such a different concept of happiness
And my feet stumble up the stairs
While my addiction dragged me down
The question arises, what is a sick person capable of?
Look
I put out the cigarette butts (this is my self-harm)
On my battered hands (battered hands)
You put them out too, on white skin
Scars are forever
I put out the cigarette butts (this is my self-harm)
On my battered hands (battered hands)
You put them out too, on white skin
Scars are forever
Remained (remained)
Remained
Remained
Scars are forever
I put out the cigarette butts