Текст песни Максим Игоревич - Бумага

He took the paper and began to write :
All thoughts , even hidden -
Paper gut-wrenching ,
I tried to scream ,
Do not endure such torture ...
Handle crashed into her skin,
And she , bleeding ink
As it would not be difficult,
Meekly tolerated and howled .
Screech it scared my ears ,
But I had to finish .
Increase the supply of up to two ,
I did without dots .
He was laconic. Paper sighed .
I felt it in fear.
With the help of a rope and a chair
In a moment I hung up .
In her eyes.