SPASE4 feat. Mal Da Udal - Тупики текст песни

Why are you crying next to a barely audible
You hurt by the fact that it did not work
Or sorry for myself, I believe it
But that's not what you look at me loving
Forgive me, I know I will hate
Threatened, that I can not see you
Rejoice that I could no longer hurt
No longer can you, as you say, to humiliate
It's over, de-energized
This is not your fault, you are not flawed
But I remember these calls at night
These correspondence, photo mail
I recognize your handwriting without the pale muddy
Go left alone will be properly
Now you know why you left me
Just now all the places apart

Chorus (X2):
Why we drove ourselves to these deadlocks
I will never ask for your hand
On the opposite banks of a river with you
If you know how to forget you, help

I do not need you - it's obvious
Just be left one hurt
Needless to say, I'm sorry, but it is evident
We love you with a blank caption
According to you, spent the best years
Erasing all incoming, changing PINs
Dima hammered in Mobile under the name Ira
Cole went to the apartment under the name Olga
It's over, de-energized
Your fate I do will not be concerned
Parking at the curb, unload things
Former tears watching the woman he loved
Gave love a crack why you zhalish?
Why do not you squash me conscience? This meanness
You know why you left me
Just now all the places apart

Chorus (X2).

He can not be with you, for you are now a stranger
And now you realize how necessary and must be next
And this evening your farewell meeting
Love brings sum, do not you blame herself tears

End of the script, the dash, the sadness in her eyes
Fate is cruel to people she does not wish anyone
It offers simply make a stop
His answer is no, but somehow uncomfortable shiver
He suffered for too long, concealing a grievance
And all her blunders not lose sight of
And never in my life will not be able to love
Sad story, they had better not be together

Chorus (X4).

Why we drove ourselves to these deadlocks
I will never ask for your hand

Deadlocks

Why we drove ourselves to these deadlocks
I will never ask for your hand