Текст песни SuG - Поменьше дистанции

Again, the nerves to the limit,
All did not end the way we wanted
I remember your hands on my body.
Still would.
Again, the number of losses - will wash away the rain.
Zvkryvaesh the door behind me.
Without you 6 on the account? week.
And there is nobody to trust me more.
God forgive me, but I merznu and nothing warms.
What vows and how much burden.
I remember the only time heals.
But without you the 6th week in a row.
I cry, but most do not believe anyone.
Save pictures between notebooks,
Tears dripped not just feel so sorry for me.
Gradus more, less distance.
Not rasstavatsya with those who want to stay.