Текст песни Торба-на-Круче - Персональный ад

Do not cry, my favorite butcher
You can continue to kill me at a distance
And I , like a soccer ball
That sent Lionel in heaven - Leti , goodbye
Fly, Goodbye
bye Now

My ideal companion
My personal hell
I know I do not speak about such
Black holes in the sky,
Finest there
And you live there
While I 'm waiting for you here

Do not cry, my best friend
Everything is so beautiful, so fast , so subtly
Universe separations
In itself wore a long-awaited child
Our happiness ,
our happiness

My ideal companion
My personal hell
I know I do not speak about such
Black holes in the sky
The insane have
And I live there
While you're waiting for me here