Слова песни мы разные детали одного механизма
Обновлено: 23.11.2024
Припев:
Не будет встреч, роз, этих слёз.
Ты моя сука, но я не твой пёс.
И всё всерьёз, забудь, сотри номер.
Всё закончилось, конец, game over.
Не будет встреч, роз, этих слёз.
Ты моя сука, но я не твой пёс.
И всё всерьёз, забудь, сотри номер.
Всё закончилось, конец, game over.
Припев:
Не будет встреч, роз, этих слёз.
Ты моя сука, но я не твой пёс.
И всё всерьёз, забудь, сотри номер.
Всё закончилось, конец, game over.
Не будет встреч, роз, этих слёз.
Ты моя сука, но я не твой пёс.
И всё всерьёз, забудь, сотри номер.
Всё закончилось, конец, game over.
Хочу открыть тебе один секрет:
Ты есть у меня, меня у тебя нет.
Припев:
Не будет встреч, роз, этих слёз.
Ты моя сука, но я не твой пёс.
И всё всерьёз, забудь, сотри номер.
Всё закончилось, конец, game over.
Не будет встреч, роз, этих слёз.
Ты моя сука, но я не твой пёс.
И всё всерьёз, забудь, сотри номер.
Всё закончилось, конец, game over. We are just different parts of one mechanism :
Some fly high , others very low.
Life - a large theater , you're in it actress
And I, like a fool , waiting for you behind the scenes.
Flung across the room , threw a blade
Where would I be if I did not this pride ?
Feeling tired , nerves of steel.
Time heals , time swaps .
The opposite is true , now the game is worth the candle .
Fewer characters in the SMS , fewer meetings .
Burn each other's eyes or not to see
Really? After all, we love to hate.
Enough, enough , why should I fucking brains ?
Something I do not like it? out the door , get out , fuck !
Now it is clear , when approached to the edge
You played me , now I'm playing .
Chorus:
There will be no meetings , roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
Yet seriously , forget , erase the number .
It was all over , the end , game over.
There will be no meetings , roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
Yet seriously , forget , erase the number .
It was all over , the end , game over.
And I want to try , you know , I want to check
Your principles - iron, but it rusts .
All this in an image where there is a bride
Spoiled bitch , I'll tell you where you belong .
Know useful if reached into my woods ,
The principle of the gold, which is losing luster.
Your images over time as the ice melts ,
I'm no angel , and you is not a saint.
Do not have to teach me how to live well
What did you see , in addition to its cable ?
It was hard, but it has stood the defense.
You're not the queen , though you goes crown .
Your girlfriend princesses from a stroyut .
Shut their mouths , bitch , or I 'll close !
I paid in full , leaving himself surrender ,
Not good-bye , and good-bye . Come on, good luck!
Chorus:
There will be no meetings , roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
Yet seriously , forget , erase the number .
It was all over , the end , game over.
There will be no meetings , roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
Yet seriously , forget , erase the number .
It was all over , the end , game over.
I want to reveal to you a secret:
You have me , me you do not.
Chorus:
There will be no meetings , roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
Yet seriously , forget , erase the number .
It was all over , the end , game over.
There will be no meetings , roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
Yet seriously , forget , erase the number .
It was all over , the end , game over.
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