LYRICS

Do not want to remember the poor, and
not remember one better.
“I love you” is not heard at all,
even incidentally.
fall in love But you do not have a measure -
completely defenseless up.
and you, like me breaking glass,
me in a moment …

Chorus: glass
I’ve cut down to blood,
glass and I’ll feel the first! Break up
me - it hurts them more than me!
whom I do not ask you now!
who am my job!
Do not ringing - not lifting my past!

Return to watch - no sense,
why the eyes are in front
… not me now every thought,
I’m happy without you! even
error prone,
even brittle as glass -
pieces with your hands have gathered them -
you’re not among them!

Chorus: glass
I’ve cut down to blood,
glass and I’ll feel the first! Break up
me - it hurts them more than me!
who I do not ask you now!
who am my job!
Do not ringing - not lifting my past!