Я, я
Крыло помял - Сладкий май
Сладкий ноябрь - oh, high
No cry, my little baby is lying
Её фигура, beauty eye
Baby, You know I can't remember all that shit
Моя голова не клинит, но в нем ножи
Я окутан этими стенами, на ногах змеи-кандала
А на ней Missoni, стану плебеем для тебя
Эти осенние депресса
Сигой забудутся на раз
И мне не нужен PROZAC
Я, я
Крыло помял - Сладкий май
Сладкий ноябрь - oh, high
No cry, my little baby is lying
Её фигура, beauty eye
Baby, You know I can't remember all that shit
Моя голова не клинит, но в нем ножи
I, I
Wing dented - Sweet May
Sweet November - oh, high
No cry, my little baby is lying
Her figure, beauty eye
Baby, You know I can't remember all that shit
My head doesn't wedge, but there are knives in it
I'm shrouded in these walls, on the legs of a snake-shackle
And she's wearing Missoni, I'll become a plebeian for you
These autumn depressions
They will be forgotten for a moment
And I don't need PROZAC
I, I
Wing dented - Sweet May
Sweet November - oh, high
No cry, my little baby is lying
Her figure, beauty eye
Baby, You know I can't remember all that shit
My head doesn't wedge, but there are knives in it
