I've spent last money on the fuel I was in hurry and run home fast When I dreamed the pleasant warmth spread inside of me
Chorus:
Big big bang! It was a sound like a thunder Suddenly! The bottle was smashed on the stone What the fuck? And in my hands I could not hold it Holy crap! I keep going cold at this thought
The broken glass as the empty expectations causes strong desire to get drunk I am in despair, I cannot make at least one sip
I keep going cold at this thought I keep going cold at this thought