Тебя люблю, я бешусь, хоть труд и стыд напрасный В глупости несчастной, у твоих ног признаюсь Мне, не к лицу и не по летам, пора быть умней Узнаю по приметам болезнь в душе моей
Без, тебя скучно, зеваю; При тебе грустно, терплю; Слов нет, сказать желаю Мой Ангел как тебя люблю
Когда я слышу из гостиной Твой легкий шаг, платья шум, Голос девственный, невинный, Я теряю весь свой ум.
Ты улыбнетесь, — отрада; Ты отвернетесь, — тоска; За день мучения — награда Твоя бледная рука.
Cause I'm in love with these Tumblr girls, with skinny waists and drug habits
Pretty faces love status, she acts as if she's the baddest
Man I swear she's just like tons of girls, she expects the free drinks
And I'm successful she thinks, always comes around when weed stinks
We fuck off and on, off and on, only ever really fuck off and on Без тебя скучно, я зеваю; При тебе грустно, я терплю;
Never see her these days cause I'm often gone When I'm home off tour never stop for long Back this week from across the pond Noticed I was close to the block she's on, elevator to the floor her loft is on Drinking whiskey, she likes vodka strong But after we fuck it's over, walked out the door; that's closure No I can't stay here and hold her, tomorrow act like I don't know her Wouldn't ever be here sober, can't tell which one is colder My clothing's on, we both did wrong, I gotta go that's what I told her