Lain - Слушаю с грустью
текст песни

one.
Probably cool when I forgot how to smile
Try it, zone, they can't like you kisa at the track
Close in a punishment cell, all these clubs, dancing
Everywhere porn, by the boobs, try to romance
Gray icebergs, put on a bit of my cargo
Left alignment, chat such because of the women
Give me euthanasia, sown from the moron muse
All this is loaded, and the corpses are hanging out there, in the gateway
Word of confessions, dirty streets music
We slowly roll down, the balcony cornice
Yuzao remembers how I hang there for a long time
Caught what am I talking about? My text is on the lighter.
Do not put the gero, I will throw the wheel in the pharmacy
The world smiles, does not see, does not remember, does not ask
And I will not think to go out to read it on the bis
This is not very, that snow underfoot is spoiled
The roads are all dirty, lead in cargo right to the point
My inner world, they did not fall, his scum will trample
Look with your own eyes, some kind of fitting is not very
Universe, creatures, some left-wing ties
Give a couple of sticks, forget, lower and leave
On the siga blood, I don't like it, fuck
Yard, hometown, sad at night for suckers

Chorus: (x2)
This is more than, just a load under a bitos
Lyrics of lines, some kind of collapse, life
Alcohol, nicotine, I hope in the evening will let go
Not tougher than what I listen to with sadness (x2)

2.
Slothing Life sometimes just terrifies
Cerberus of the soul for a flock of dogs is already lowered
There is something new, to hell with all snot and saliva
The lyrics are dirty, you bitch, did not do better
Many questions, confuse those brown eyes
I found that the city will be strangled, spoiled
On the rails is launched, the outskirts, so you don't need
I sit on the chain, do not break away, I ask you well!
Break off - fucked up, sprinkle your puddles with your blood
Meaning does not need, you are rolls for dinner, I have buns
Whores on the highway, go, maybe someone will heal
With a blow to the liver, the control in the head, does not heal eternity
For the time of that infinity, hold less
Friday evening, my city holds me
But wild cold, bitch, will not support
Why am I suffering, tell me, with this text?

Chorus: (x2)
This is more than, just a load under a bitos
Lyrics of lines, some kind of collapse, life
Alcohol, nicotine, I hope in the evening will let go
Not tougher than what I listen to with sadness

3.
The more sharp, how many unknown
Like those abstractions that brought me in childhood
Let's resurrect, these songs told me
And it all seems to me that I'm not local
With a dream forever, I am not unhealthy
I am flying to a meeting of the notorious hope
She will heal, I hope still, not forever
The soft stuffle with which we confuse eternity
You didn't think that it could be inhuman?
Roam one, trying to go out to meet me
Note, I'm puzzled, of course
Like the bottle that I hit the liver
I frightened, not to notice yet evening
And there will be evening, there will be a plan and he will heal
Forget about the demo, hold to the final
I will probably do it, then we note

Chorus: (x2)
This is more than, just a load under a bitos
Lyrics of lines, some kind of collapse, life
Alcohol, nicotine, I hope in the evening will let go
Not tougher than what I listen to with sadness

This is more than, just a load under a bitos
Life for kneading, or just muffled in the temple
Alcohol, nicotine, I hope in the evening will let go
We slept everything that I interfere with sadness