S-Rome track 3 - Бывшая
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Мы благодарны вам за все, бывшие вы наши
Мы стали счастливы без вас, а вы остались в параше.
Сколько много песен про любовь их не сосчитать
Но эта песня даст тебе о бывших многое узнать
Пока идешь ты в магазин за букетом цветов
Она ебется с ним в очко, вот это любовь..
Он разворачивает твою девочку, к себе лицом
И тыкает ей в рот, своим мелким писюном
Но ты не знаешь ничего про это, и она молчит
И ты сидишь у ней на хате,она тебе в глаза глядит
Пытается заплакать и про все рассказать
Но ничего не выйдет, он будет ее драть
Ты целуешь ее в губы, на которые он кончил
Если бы ты знал об этом, то её давно прикончил
И вот на следующий день, выходя из подъезда
Ты увидел ее, она в платье чудесном
Подъезжает ее хмырь, на бмв икс-пятом
Она садится к нему, как будто так и надо
Ты протираешь глаза, возможно не она
Достаешь телефон, по твоей щеке бежит слеза
Пытаешься набрать её до ужаса знакомый номер
А в ответ тебе, абоненту уже похер
Ты запиваешься до страха, нету денег в кармане
Просматриваешь с нею фото, на старом диване
Решаешься взять нож, уже сошел с ума
А за окном на улице, мёртвая зима
Подносишь нож ты к своим венам на руке
И делаешь движение в порывистом рывке
Наступила в твоей комнате глухая тишина..
И тут на твой мобильник тебе звонит она.
Но все бесмысленно уже, не ждешь её звонка..
Пока девочка моя, я любил тебя!
We are grateful to you for everything, you are our
We became happy without you, and you stayed in a parash.
How many songs about love cannot be counted
But this song will give you a lot to learn a lot
While you go to the store for a bouquet of flowers
She fucks with him in a point, this is love ..
He unfolds your girl, to face himself
And pokes in her mouth, with his small pussy
But you do not know anything about it, and she is silent
And you are sitting in her hut, she looks into your eyes
Trying to cry and tell about everything
But nothing will come out, he will tear her
You kiss her on the lips on which he finished
If you knew about it, then it finished it down for a long time
And the next day, leaving the entrance
You saw her, she is in a wonderful dress
Her gym is approaching, on BMW X-Pip
She sits down to him, as if it is necessary
You wipe your eyes, maybe not her
You take out the phone, a tear runs along your cheek
Trying to dial it to horror familiar number
And in response to you, the subscriber is already a poher
You are stuck to fear, there is no money in your pocket
You look at the photo with her, on the old sofa
You decide to take a knife, has already gone crazy
And outside the window on the street, dead winter
You bring a knife to your veins on your hand
And you make a movement in a impulsive jerk
There was a deaf silence in your room ..
And then she calls you to your mobile phone.
But everything is meaningless already, you do not wait for her call ..
While my girl, I loved you!
We became happy without you, and you stayed in a parash.
How many songs about love cannot be counted
But this song will give you a lot to learn a lot
While you go to the store for a bouquet of flowers
She fucks with him in a point, this is love ..
He unfolds your girl, to face himself
And pokes in her mouth, with his small pussy
But you do not know anything about it, and she is silent
And you are sitting in her hut, she looks into your eyes
Trying to cry and tell about everything
But nothing will come out, he will tear her
You kiss her on the lips on which he finished
If you knew about it, then it finished it down for a long time
And the next day, leaving the entrance
You saw her, she is in a wonderful dress
Her gym is approaching, on BMW X-Pip
She sits down to him, as if it is necessary
You wipe your eyes, maybe not her
You take out the phone, a tear runs along your cheek
Trying to dial it to horror familiar number
And in response to you, the subscriber is already a poher
You are stuck to fear, there is no money in your pocket
You look at the photo with her, on the old sofa
You decide to take a knife, has already gone crazy
And outside the window on the street, dead winter
You bring a knife to your veins on your hand
And you make a movement in a impulsive jerk
There was a deaf silence in your room ..
And then she calls you to your mobile phone.
But everything is meaningless already, you do not wait for her call ..
While my girl, I loved you!