Текст песни Lady Mo - Падать с крыш

In the course it is necessary to fall from kryyyyshshsh
Gold stars to throw Seventh heaven
I will draw the blood on the pavement
I want to know what the devil you beguiled
In hysterics your girlfriend
soul bathed in a bad wine
you are at the center of its vicious circle
I need to be with you but it's not for me.

Our souls hands held on weekends,
and we ingest smoke and whirling dance.
You are my hot shokolad.Ya vanilla poison.
we lost each other in the main railway station.
southern shores, pink and white roads.
passed over the heads smashed hundreds of feet,
in order that used white dust fell down at heart,
and vitamin heart gave you warm.
We pretend magic, and it is necessary to false.
what we do with each other is very ugly.
you make my brain, and I was with others, dear.
I do what you do not like it much.
do you really want that impression we were still on you?
I wish that we were toboy.zhe-to-you.
do you really want that impression we were still on you?
I wish that we were toboy.zhe-to-you.
noty.ya silence and do not know where you are.
I toboy.s you.
cover me from the wind.
bilety.ya I am flying on a table in the summer.
You were net.Proshu.
Please Remember that.

Thank God and thank You God.
the end of the story is over istorii.the
later.
I take the words of love.
and you are your own headphones.
time to go,
Give me the keys and soul.
and by the way the heart on the table, the script is rewritten.
You are a bad actor, I'm even worse actress.
Mr. inaccessibility, Your Highness
Now forget my name, name, patronymic.
We have our feelings raschertili on A4.
In the broadcast of thought, so we wanted to.
In your own dash of my heart target
Pull the trigger and flew.

you are not alone, but you find Find me in the stars,
in fragments of fireworks or pink grёzah.
in a bad trip, in parishes,
blood-red roses.
I'll guard your sleep until the tears get cool.
Winter came frost will surround my house
you do not wind prikroesh
I was too late.
too dangerous
too serious
memory lapses on the edge of the overdose.
Your melting snow and got it incapacitates
in the pockets you have only a couple of grams and parnoya
barbiturates firmly cherish you from romanticism.
You do not feel it.
In you there is no more life.
I'm not afraid to see you.
I am afraid for you.