MickeyMouse - Моя любовь
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Yes, it’s not easy for me! I created
There's a desert island in your room
From likes, reposts and steps towards him
A long time ago it was already covered with a growth of smoke.

I need air before it's too late to
My path remained stellar, and I knew it;
I lived without gloss and luxury, believe me,
It’s so difficult to live consciously as an adult.

And yes, it doesn’t matter that I’m at the bottom!
The fact that I am in the game for them is the limit.
You are your own captain, the rest is lies, slander!
Heard the beat, felt the flight and flew, ah!

Everyone dictates harmoniously: you yourself
It's your fault, your wife left you.
But it’s too early to bury me alive here.
Shit touches everyone someday, hey!

I'm 26! It's a lot,
But damn, I’m 26 - that’s not enough!
And this particle remained in me that shone so much
When I was young, I hid it under the blanket.

And here I am, I can’t get off this drug!
No more whores needed, it's all a heat business.
Music for me is actually more than it is -
I looked at it as if through a glass prism.

I thought I was sick of this... No, I'm stubborn!
And the monitor light does not go out until the morning.
I am writing to you here not “Prospect” and not “City”,
All the same Kharitonovo will leave a trace that is so dear to me;

And even at 40 years old I will remember that
How to read the cue ball - lonely, as a result.
You can't hide it behind a suit or a wig,
After all, if you leave, you will be a happy old man.

It's more than believing in yourself.
I have never shared their beliefs.
There's only grayness and me,
There must be music without a shell!

What about your fashion brands?
- this is the sphere of the dude (understand):
The meaning remains double until the years
They will dissolve like smoke in the lungs.

My inner world is on the verge of war.
I was always sick, hearing only reproaches
From you and the family, so I'm sorry -
Your hints sound like the whisper of a snake.

I exchanged shots for a studio with a hall,
Even in the Cenozoic I remain a dinosaur;
And relationships with people are a battlefield;
What to do now? My pennant fell there!

Damn trust! I have zero.
I mixed up a cocktail of exes and drank it in one gulp.
I dug a hole in my chest in a month of self-digging,
Clearly alone, even though I have company here.

I'm locked up in my own universe
I celebrated the days alone on the couch.
I was looking for an instinct within myself to weed out people -
Those who squeaky flatter.

And I have nothing left for them
Except for the immensely endless pity.
My love made plans, but not with me anymore -
And I remember how I growled into the sheet;

I ran away from life, turned off access.
Do you need songs
About this - now, like air (come on)
Soak up my life!

Don't share with anyone, and suck so greedily
Memory capsules are not dummies for you,
I want to be happy again -
Bring me back!

It's my love that looks tired
There was a sparkle in the eyes, but there was no room for feelings here.
This is my love, which in appearance is only empty;
Inside there is a bright light from a thousand comets.