NIKKY BLAZER - Свобода - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It's hard to sing songs when I've been working my tongue all night.

Can anyone help me with this? Do I even know her?

Not that I care about her name or what she does.

But she even gets drunk sexually.

I remember last night in fragments.

But each of them will grow into verses.

Odes to the most beautiful of nymphomaniacs.

Alcoholics and drug addicts.

She enlightened me about so much.

And then I let go, and I realized I was lying on the floor of some kind of squat, in my own blood, spilled alcohol, and her spit, and I embodied freedom.