you didn''t know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn''t sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be evicted
някъде край средиземноморието със счупена китара.
чаровна песен.
чакам утре вечерта.за да се похиля.
отдавна не ми бяха казвали че приличам на бек.
now you''ve had your fun
under an air-conditioned sun
it''s burned into your eyes
leaves you plain and left behind
see them eyes and fall
into the jaws of a pestilent love
ще издиря от какво е този звук в началото.
влезе в клетъчната мембрана на всяка клетка от тялото ми.
лека нощ.
you''re out of luck
you''re singing funeral songs
to the studs
they''re anabolic and bronze
they seem to strut
in their millennial fogs
''til they fall down and deflate
м
я
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