Текст песни alfaro - Засунь в меня иголки

zasun me needles and broken dreams as a child
I like small ball ... and flying , but only zero sense because
shatter me as at odds plates,
warm me so gentle breath and tart
tight hug , rarely so to nedyhaniya squeeze , squeeze fiercely
if only I married - throw in the trash and quietly say : & quot; ... & quot; (
kill me as if this is necessary to live
Sell ​​truth passers incidental discounts as machines
without opening his mouth on the way , it wrapped up - sorry
and houses are already vomiting without rules , but after the & quot; time to & quot;
parades in the heart rejoice ... and on the radio silence,
or tired of hearing ... I think the reality . can only be expected.
I know how to fly Pobol sure , though already and not just lose a bet
when sitting with a huge success for the table ...
I'm drowning in your eyes and I can not reach the end.
gasp ... it hurts . inside. inside hurts. and so the clock .
longing seemed simple, but in fact it is not right around the ...
March looking at the same sky , happened sometimes difficult,
but only under the bed rastelyal same morning .
woke up in agony , who skillfully twisted me
as the body with the butt of a + and a little coffee

I was a pro in just one ...
and do only one thing as a machine ...
but because I was soon thrown out anyway ...
and I want to spread on the floor under the table
and feel the same flight ...
not trendy, but always as a note ...