Текст песни Фельетон - Неопрвержимая боль

Feuilleton - inextricable pain

if there were rooms in each thought/
In mine they would often clap the door tore off the loops/
there is a creative mess, new ideas garbage/
For your sake wow, risk virginity of the muse/

as if I got into a trap of memories/
Do not get rid of pain not to get out in any way/
I am above the text, the urn full of origami/
I have not achieved the truth, she has long been on the run/

here it is a real self, too depressive/
I smear snot to music, tears in the text/
Replacing her smile will not be possible/
not a single other, there is no arc at all/

I have cooled the main thing that is not in the morgue/
And I'm alone with music/
Now I surrender to every note/
rap, our tasteless intercourse/

As if with a nettles, they wrapped a nettles when/
With others, your laughter is revenge/
The pain is irrefutable
Love as a pentogram 6 6/

And I really believed that to the coffin/
But something suddenly went wrong/
Now I'm without emotion, like a robot/
they say time is not treated by my doctor/

The very first I love you under the hail/
I would return everything at least for a moment/
In the meantime, more often through the veins of the degree/
It seems the heart cannot love the BIS/

The heart is broken, but someone will love pieces/
Someone will look into this hell my inner world/
And I don't think it will be better to be silent here/
especially when everything is in full swing in you/

it is stronger than painful, not just sad/
when the soul plays a melody on the violin/
to goosebumps but skin so much brilliant/
that you would burst into tears from these notes in your ears/

That's it, I got in full
overdose of emotions, heart at the seams/
But, I'm in music to the bottom/
It holds me to exist/

It will not be bitter not in the soul not at our wedding/
I promise this last track about you/
This is my heart as a dying cough/
Stone from the soul, I'm glad now/

And no matter how I try, I could not refute the pain