Сваи - Я поклялся
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1-buyer (0.20)

Tie my hands, tighten it
Don't be afraid! On the face, hit! it will be better this way
From love to Nenvest, less than a step is left
And from paradise to hell there remains 9 grams

And every evening I am saved by friends
That I was faithful when I was wrong
Love does not die, we kill ourselves
And the poems what we write, they treat these wounds

Smoke cigarettes reminds what was
What was Kretin, he dug up the grave
Now cover me, snow and cold,
I don't need anyone, I have become unnecessary

And the hands of the clock will speed up their move
Bridges will burn out, birds fly east
And soot on glass, eclipses the sun light
There is no road back from this nonsense

alcohol liters turn feelings into flame
Beat your fist, the last word is behind us
Let's promise that we will not bend anymore
We go barefoot on the glass with this burden

Chorus:

And I vowed not to fall in love anymore
Life from the sand will name to break
Filzy is obscured, the barricades are broken
All their sins were divided equally (1.23)

2-buy

Bath pain
Strengthens my brain
I think about that
which you will not return
15 years of kindness, where have you gone?
If I sit for adversity,
With oneself, one on one
Opened completely
In substitutions are always zero
The glass is filled, even more pain
Closing my eyes I walk,
In this boredom, and I remember
As before, browned his hand.
Only in order to
Do not put these points
I was filled with love
But gradually climbed out of the loop
And Ponaroshka pretended to be adults,
So as not to be a loner
But the one who was sitting in a nudry me
I always climbed out and torn the mask from my face

The motives of the old piano remind of the past,
About how I lost everything and became thrown by everyone

You will not see tears from the outside, they are in the nurseries
Two points of joy in my eyes, already in dust.
Loneliness as a reward, and how not to twist
Fragments of feelings climb out of the chest (2.16)

Chorus:
And I vowed not to cling anymore,
Even if the brain narmets break down,
Even if the wind is dispersed
After my words there remains ashes

(2.27)
3-buyer

Making plans, probably under plan
And without fraud cannot be taken out of the pit
The sixth feeling will clearly hide your morals
And we are tired of living by changing flocks

Where everyone will whip your pockets
And where love is clogged like piles
Where children's crying is comparable to clowning
And where dresses dressed on the elderly

tired of wipe the spat mirror
Throw eyes into the ground, turn to the sky
Out of thousands of ways to choose the right
For a thousand enemies become a prisoner

And so sorry that you will not become that
Which this pain will be so fast
Notes, correspondence who needs all this
Now you spit, and I swear obscenities