First couplet:
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I opened my eyes in the morning.
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The bed is empty, now you are not in it.
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Another picture, without the smell of Nina,
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What else has not been absorbed into the blanket since then.
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When everything stood on three pillars.
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And we laughed to tears, we are rushing, cunt.
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When you filmed everything up to three
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Throwing underwear at me and I thought everything was like this forever
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It was definitely a dream, then Kezon flowed urgently, damn it.
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What kind of passion, is it love or just a movie?
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Tick-tock, yes, time removed the questions in an instant
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And there are no more three whales, it's all nonsense.
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Already the fish is not the same, but I know, not offended.
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To be in a few years
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If I had not known and seen all this?
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Why did I forget, I don't want to remember.
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For me who you were
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the altar forever, carried in his arms.
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Snow was falling waiting for the fool's tears.
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I didn’t burn the sleeve, I didn’t look for your cards.
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The moron was sleeping, he fucked himself up.
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Sailed away, Mariman called: “How are you?”
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I hurried home in vain, the smoke burst in vain.
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Not only moles see badly.
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Apparently, you have to be a sucker with you, the only way to live
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In a boat I sailed to Buyana for a long time
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To see this fucking shame
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Caught in a fire without smelling smoke.
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I hurried to you did not expect such a disaster.
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I drew your face in the muddy layers of water.
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You are a beast, you are a beast.
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Chorus:
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What's up, no, well, what the fuck?
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I can't believe my eyes
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They're the center of wine, bitch honey, how come?
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Enough wit, lousy alignment, big horns.
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Better just leave it, yours in the dark is not for me.
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What the hell, no, well, what the fuck?
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For whom is the snake braided?
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I suggest you tell everything.
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Your mother, lousy alignment, big horns.
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There is only one truth - you lied to me, plague, I don't need such a whore.
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Second couplet:
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So that's why I couldn't sleep at night,
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And I drew in the dark your camp and missed you.
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Such a languid thick fear of losing you.
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Fear of losing love and hearth.
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Again, a long time ago I began to notice
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This string of secret strange beginnings.
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I felt it, you hear, in every farewell.
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Silently shouting.
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In vain, dear, was carrying a handkerchief home.
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The house whose entrance is overgrown with grass for me.
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This fence is not mine, everything here is alien to me.
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And how many tears did I shed about, brother?
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There is a lump in the throat, noise in the bedroom.
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I got up quietly, not believing that this was happening.
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But as it is, so it is, he easily knocked out the door.
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And you're naked there, hello, dear.
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Chorus:
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What's up, no, well, what the fuck?
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I can't believe my eyes
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They're the center of wine, bitch honey, how come?
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Enough wit, lousy alignment, big horns.
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Better just put yours in the dark not for me.
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What's up, no, well, what the fuck?
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For whom is the snake braided?
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I suggest you tell everything.
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Your mother, lousy alignment, big horns.
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There is only one truth - you lied to me, plague, I don't need such a whore. |