LYRICS

I stand on the floor with the thought that if I
will strike again in your stuff.
Once again collide with them, drunk,
But without falling, how without you to varvya.h2

Chorus:
what spoiled,
not know myself will I be able to fix it. I’m sick
find,
of this disease only you, will put the end.
what spoiled,
With a smile, you can not delete it.
Pick up my face,
pardon me before you kill me . (X2)

I’m not drunk I, now sober,
Love is sick today my soul.
and I’m crazy, but you will go mad and
you can not cure me just you. (X2)

Chorus (x4)
What spoiled,
not know myself will I be able to fix it. I’m sick
find,
on this disease only you, will put the end.
what spoiled,
With a smile, you can not delete it.
Pick up my face,
pardon me before to kill me. (X2)