Singer: The Party

I again called to be alone with the stars,
All of our signs were not identified
This dream is crushed by callousness, biting rods,
She carelessly strewn on the asphalt roses.

And good you weren't ready, and I do too,
But our sacred temple devastated and abandoned.
No tears, dehydrated, too hard.
This lie is cut in half like scissors,
And you tried to reach out to me at times,
But it didn't worked to crack the password.

This is the sense of drama,
To walk on the edge of, balance, little
And when you have to believe in love and stand straight
You lose control and start to fall.

When breathing becomes nothing and no reason
Wealth will be the change, scholar - NEUCO,
To be afraid about, to fear, to hide - where else
Blowing a horror will spread across the planet, a tornado,
Zataya breath, not looking forward
Lost all that shore, inside leaving ashes and smoke,
When the planet burned will take dreams
I know I have you.

This love did not live up to the family
To children she never sees,
To hairs not lived gray,
But the rain is cold raining...

And I get sick for the holidays
In order to forget a little. Remains to drink tea.
Watch TV and try to fall in love
To play the guitar, stop trying to get your number.
You don't call to itself is not treated,
You need no rooting and all this stuff - just the clay.

Throw and forget everything...
It's so simple, try it.
But no, I have breathed in the germs.
Here's something like a magnet
Futile attempts to blame.
I guess I'm just stuck...
Damn clay.

In a glass of ice in the throat quivering Adam's Apple,
In the kitchen smoke in the hallway you
In the apartment the twilight, around the mess
The stool on the floor, dent in the wall, where was a fist
But everyone told each other in very quiet tones,
But deafened as if through a megaphone
Look, mouth, Mat and all in a circle,
The atmosphere is conflict - aroma with abuse
And you're not crying, but I was always not being
Blood bone flows
But I can't say anything, I'm an alcoholic and junkie,
And pulled the hell to say in response,
Your miscalculation will not be forgiven
Then another and another...

If the parts of love do not understand,
Then probably broke the details...

If we knew how to fall in love
Then would probably chose a warm people
Not the cover of a glossy.

This love did not live till the morning
And before winter it didn't live
And after a lot of mileage
She's gone to find another Paradise...

I hear your footsteps in the kitchen, your choice whisper.
Make music louder - not to go mad to...

And it seems that everything will break at this time exactly
But the kisses on her palms away point.
I'm not in pain! You must know that!
Just live, because you are my heart.
You know, sometimes I feel free,
Like the wind, gently closing his eyelids.

No one goes out of the window, if there is no reason...