Lyrics Ваня Stown ft. Dima Svecha - Залечи мои раны
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Залечи мои раны.
На чувствах не играй
Как на струнах гитары.
Просто прощай.
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Мы "фанами" друг друга были когда-то.
Тёплые слова и на стене плакаты.
Играли роли, непредсказуемый сценарий.
Режиссёры зря, нам эту роль дали.
Были поцелуи, постельные сцены.
Но чувства с ней, поимели не те мы.
Не было любви, а может и была.
Только если та, где чувства эта слова.
Помню как мы были, в пламенном флирте.
Ну а сейчас между нами даже не нити.
И я кричу, вы нам память сотрите.
Я больше не актёр, теперь просто зритель.
Вот, походу и настал конец фильма.
Но раны на душе, как-то болят сильно.
Сейчас титры, потом черный экран.
То что между нами было, судить увы вам.
Залечи мои раны.
На чувствах не играй
Как на струнах гитары.
Просто прощай.
Heal my wounds.
Do not play on feelings
Like the strings of a guitar.
Just goodbye.
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We are & quot; fans & quot; each other were once.
Warm words and posters on the wall.
Played a role, unpredictable scenario.
Directors in vain, they gave us this role.
There were kisses, bed scenes.
But feelings with her, we are not the ones raped.
There was no love, and maybe there was.
Only if the one where the feelings of this word.
I remember how we were, in fiery flirtation.
Well, now there’s not even a thread between us.
And I scream, you erase our memory.
I am no longer an actor, now just a spectator.
Here, the campaign and the end of the film.
But the wounds of the soul, somehow hurt badly.
Now titles, then a black screen.
What was between us, judging you alas.
Heal my wounds.
Do not play on feelings
Like the strings of a guitar.
Just goodbye.
Do not play on feelings
Like the strings of a guitar.
Just goodbye.
**************************
We are & quot; fans & quot; each other were once.
Warm words and posters on the wall.
Played a role, unpredictable scenario.
Directors in vain, they gave us this role.
There were kisses, bed scenes.
But feelings with her, we are not the ones raped.
There was no love, and maybe there was.
Only if the one where the feelings of this word.
I remember how we were, in fiery flirtation.
Well, now there’s not even a thread between us.
And I scream, you erase our memory.
I am no longer an actor, now just a spectator.
Here, the campaign and the end of the film.
But the wounds of the soul, somehow hurt badly.
Now titles, then a black screen.
What was between us, judging you alas.
Heal my wounds.
Do not play on feelings
Like the strings of a guitar.
Just goodbye.