Текст песни Filin - Иллюзия

Here it is - an illusion,
Muse like there, but
She died a long time -
Her grave in the head.
In the rhythm of the pulse,
I wrote to her at night
And the thought go mad,
But I will not let go - and so be it.

I feel like a criminal -
So arrest me!
I'll be your prisoner,
As long as the gnawing sadness, bitch!
And a shiver in the skin,
It looks worried again
I have a bad taste -
sweet like poison and deadly boredom.
getting into my head without knocking

I am thinking only about her
if you like - that drink I drink
with you in this world, I like a plebeian
and let them draw in terms of
you wrung from me all that had juice
leaving only the memory of these lines

it was not intentionally
I was with you in spite of the time
dive in the depths of our feelings
but at the bottom it was empty

my darling
you're gone for a long time, but
I forget nothing could

Memory presses from within
Støre our ways
not sotroesh bitch
how much is not three

nicherta time does not heal
and help doctors
how much it hurts not getcha
nothing out of my head you do not vybesh

and not only there in a whisper
but you're stuck in the heart
say why
the network broke

Yes, and so easy
as if without effort

Bud is not stuck in your same uly
crazy bee,
so -That
what is not taken into account

ceasing to hear your next
heart bit
He became divided into as many

that he is ready to forgive and hate
those who gave
quiet close was
but alas for ever
died down our rivers