GRIM Naukograd feat. Olga Quetzal - Много тебя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There's so much of you.

There's too much of you in my heart.

There's so much of you.

There's too much of you in my heart.

There's so much of you.

There's too much of you in my heart.

There's so much of you, too much of you here.

There's so much of you, too much of you, (ah).

Memorized phrases, thoughts, like shadows flying off the highway.

Time washes away all makeup and masks from people.

Once again, I'll scrape from the corners of my memory,

I'll piece together this rap from the pieces. Listen!

Everything about what I loved, when I didn't regret it.

Everything about the one who's far away now, only dreams, so strange.

Waking up so early, sliding off the couch, secretly again, the same old way.

It's not for you to tell me about conscience. While I was washing my sneakers, you were rubbing it into my gums,

Trying to catch me in something. It's so scary, I'm so handsome.

Athletic, in my own way. It's still hard to live a new life, according to my conscience.

But everything seems the same, in fragments, for how long will we last on this thin surface?

Thoughts streaming, feelings under current, a breath of air, a light sigh.

A baseball cap in the wind. We didn't give up without a fight, we weren't left without God.

A devil in the ribs without ceremony, a devil in the ribs without ceremony.

And for now, our voices sound above the negatives, only forward and not a step back.

If you've chosen your path, be ready to step on the gas.

Speak as it is, I'm tired of reading eyes, this isn't Sesame Street.

But I'm ready to say, "Bye-bye, nizam," use something, I've tightened my locks.

So much of you.

Too much of you in my heart.

So much of you.

Too much of you in my heart.

So much of you. There's too much of you in my heart.

Too much of you, too much of you was here.

Too much of you, too much of you, (ah).

I'll post a photo on Instagram so you can cry and sulk. Well, that's just me!

But something's getting to me, admit it, friend, we're always going in circles.

A couple of idiots. Who gave us the right to inflict injuries so early in the morning?

We'll be left in the past, like push-button phones, smoke, cops, a hole in the door, hassle and laughter.

Take your clothes, ***, the taxi caught me at home.

I'll leave as if in slow motion, without a word, using pride as my foundation.

All the pain will pour out from the first person into solo, from stereo into mono hysterics.

I'll spend all my money for fun, I'll step out of my comfort zone into the rain without an umbrella. No luck, and who cares, innocent flirtation at work can't be the reason if it's serious.

We're rushing into the darkness, there was so much of you. Now I won't save you on the other shore,

I chose the wrong path, you all said something to me, but it was all in vain, full of gossip.

And I see no reason to dig into my life, I'll tear out the page and move on.

The strength of actions is the foundation of a man. So much of you, but words are just words, so much of you,

But there's so little truth in it, so much water has flowed under the bridge, irrevocably, but I don't regret a drop anymore.

...in my heart.

So much of you.

So much of you in my heart.

So much of you.

So much of you in my heart.

So much of you.

So much of you in my heart.

So much of you.

So much of you in my heart.

So much of you.

So much of you.

So much of you in my heart.

So much of you.

There's a lot of you.