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Heart-shaped glasses

Boring, boring on the ground
It became too stuffy for me, stuffy in the cities
Carbon copy faces
high-rise building - printer
churn out in the morning, and you're calling me for a walk
Again, but your thirst to live is infuriating
I've tried everything you're even afraid to ask
A pretty smile, according to my estimates, will not even live to be twenty years old
Yes, in principle, people should not be valued
 
I'm breaking yours,
Yours heart-shaped glasses
So that fate does not cause pain
Heart-shaped glasses
to make you hate
You will take revenge on me,
won't you call me
Tear me to pieces!
Just so you, baby, cigs by cigs
The essence of my longing will become clear!
 
And your naivety is wildly infuriating
Which you live by hanging up like a flag
In front of your eyes
a pink rag
You'll fill it with tears
under the stupid slow song
You're breaking your voice again
Your ukulele is praying that you close your mouth
I am watching from above, as if the Almighty
How i turned the character into a sugary kampot
Now you know for sure - everyone betrays
 
I'm breaking yours,
Yours heart-shaped glasses
So that fate does not cause pain
Heart-shaped glasses
to make you hate
You will take revenge on me,
won't you call me
Tear me to pieces!
Just so you, baby, cigs by cigs
The essence of my longing will become clear!
 
Boring on the ground
But the icy spark in the young eyes
It leads as if to a flame with stupid speeches
The ones you'll snap at,
which are like moths
 
I'm breaking yours,
Yours heart-shaped glasses
So that fate does not cause pain
Heart-shaped glasses
to make you hate
You will take revenge on me,
won't you call me
Tear me to pieces!
Just so you, baby, cigs by cigs
The essence of my longing will become clear!
Yours-yours heart-shaped glasses
Yours-yours heart-shaped glasses
Yours-yours heart-shaped glasses
You will take revenge on me,
won't you call me
Tear me to pieces!
Just so you, baby, cigs by cigs
The essence of my longing will become clear!
 

La-La

We broke others' apartments
And put condoms on our heads.
We broke into bars and pubs
Sometimes we fought over a chick.
 
Now there is some kind of grown-up childhood
But we can't do anything about it.
When we were 13, we offered our classmate Anya
A bun if she stripped for us.
 
We sat on cheap tires,
Got blackout drunk and made out.
We dreamed about magazine models
While we had sex with district whores.
 
We looked for easy work
And drowned in teenage worries.
This was very many years ago,
Nothing has fucking changed, I wanted to say!
 
La! La-la-la-la-la-la! La-la-la-la-la-la!
La-la-la-la-la-la, the poplar trees have shed their leaves.
La-la-la-la-la-la! La-la-la-la-la-la!
La-la-la-la-la-la, nothing has fucking changed!
 
The future looms somewhere
But an eternal summer is in my heart:
Chicks, cars, suits, and the office
I'd throw shit at the person
Who asks this from life!
 
Maybe it will become important
But right now, I have to grow up twice.
Maybe it is worth something
For the person who plants a son and builds a tree