Текст песни FPS - Она

She weaves alone
And he will drink to the bottom
Her manapol of feelings
This is such a game
When twice two
Will become a native bell
Then ask for an account
Pay for her appetite
My friend does not write books
Her novels cannot be read
She weaves alone and will leave alone

But leaving every evening
Leaves light
Does not want to hold
And also does not know how to wait
But leaving every evening
Leaves the key under the door
Hardly anyone will find him

Again weaves alone
And he will drink to the bottom
Again a monopoly of feelings
This is such a game
He will say at a time yes
And that hour will forget about that
One does not scare her -
Switching in bad cinema

But leaving every evening
Leaves light
Does not want to hold
And also does not know how to wait
But leaving every evening
Leaves the key under the door
Hardly anyone will find him

The makeup is erasing again
Washing off the smells of men
Smiles to himself
So many days have passed
Cold and dumb nights
And it seems that the same as always
Behind the stone wall
It's so hard to be yourself

But leaving every evening
Leaves light
Does not want to hold
And also does not know how to wait
But leaving every evening
Leaves the key under the door
Hardly anyone will find him