теплов - Девочка бариста - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I've probably slowly gone crazy I don't remember who and where I was born I wake up in the middle of my day When my heart of dreams stops beating I'm hung on a cross in scarlet colors Chained with chains, my throat clamped Help me remember where you are and how While I'm trying to understand the books of the eagle And again my longest days And again I hate them wildly Again nicotine burns in my lungs And only they breathe with me And in my head againwater is dripping from the tap I tried to turn it off but I couldn’t My whales are singing serenades to me And again I’m dreaming and smog at night And I’m dreaming again of a red dress On the pier standing waving to me If it were in my power I would have forgotten about you long ago My fingers on the strings are sad all night On the guitar riffs trying to understand the whole essence I don’t want to ask anything from you I’m just trying to fall asleep before five I’m not crazy here everything is realtrust me The light of the moon will open the doors for you My window sill will tell you who I am Let's talk to him about my feelings ash And I'll play hide and seek for bipolar From cold windows to a wooden lady In your pocket, a cigarette means everything is in order And I'll wish you sweets for the night Crows are flying on my ceiling Or as it was in Zhenya's songs Happy people don't smoke, you know They definitely weren't Sid andNancy Happy people sing happy songs Happy people laugh sincerely Happy people live to see retirement But we are not happy people After all, happy people here hear music Surrounded by romance, blindness And sad people breathe in time with me Understanding every word I just remember the last look in my mirror How I tried not to fall while looking into the depths I’ll scribble a couple more lines And fall asleep under antidepressants


I'm not crazy here, everything is real, trust me The light of the moon will open the doors for you My window sill will tell you who I am Let's talk to him about my feelings ash And I'll play hide and seek for bipolar From the cold windows to the wooden lady In the pocket of a cigarette, it means everything is in order And I'll wish you a sweet night