And there is smoke in my head and from the house, my girl, don't be afraid
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In the room with my brother, we launch rings,
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And there is smoke in my head and from the house, my girl, don't be afraid
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In the room with my brother we start rings
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I remember saying to my brother: “You can!”
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You were not only a friend for him
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I hear resentment and bitterness in my voice
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It is unlikely that you will remember me now
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In the hellish circle of alien paintings
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Cries, cries, hematomas
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In snot drunk strong rum
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I remember he kicked you out of the house
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Again calls, again calls, again
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"You will never be my daughter"
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In the background yells that there is urine
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Fucking stepdad in the middle of the night
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And no matter how beautiful the house is
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These doors are in the arms of satire
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The walls are saturated there with negativity
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To hell away from this apartment
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You are like a shadow to me
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Disappearing in half an hour
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If you hear me there, dad
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Then why?
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In my head there is emptiness, darkness and the bottom is not visible
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And my room is empty. |
How can I get out of the pool?
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In my head there is emptiness, darkness and the bottom is not visible
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And my room is empty. |
How can I get out of the pool?
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Mats flew, chairs flew. |
With screams
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Family photos from a photo album. |
Downwind
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Burning to the ground - smoke on the balcony, smoke two
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How many times has that hope died in you
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Which he drives you
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tore the numbers
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We promised each other that we would no longer
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But everything repeats itself, like yesterday
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I noticed that people are looking askance at you
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In my head there is emptiness, darkness and the bottom is not visible
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And my room is empty. |
How can I get out of the pool?
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In my head there is emptiness, darkness and the bottom is not visible
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And my room is empty. |
How can I get out of the pool?
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And in my head there is smoke from the house... My girl, don't be afraid
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In the room with my brother we start rings |