A keresés eredménye

Russian pain

And I'm going to search for you over and over
Dead phone's dial tone will again run over
Teen parties more and more often are like drug-dealing washouts
Your crying mother will tell that you spent the night out
And I'm going to search for you over and over
Dead phone's dial tone will again run over
Teen parties more and more often are like drug-dealing washouts
Your crying mother will tell that you spent the night out
 
ZaMKAD* is on the line today, skipping through static and network downtime
There's no life in here, but me and you are still living
Tossing salt** in here is better than working in an ambulance
This is the provincial Russian pain my city is sinking in
 
And I'm going to search for you over and over
Dead phone's dial tone will again run over
Teen parties more and more often are like drug-dealing washouts
Your crying mother will tell that you spent the night out
And I'm going to search for you over and over
Dead phone's dial tone will again run over
Teen parties more and more often are like drug-dealing washouts
Your crying mother will tell that you spent the night out
 
You can't see the walls behind all these ads
Need a new treasure-man***
Courier's salary can get close to 500 thousand
Answer yourself, what is he taking to school?
No one believes in miracles now, our Motherland has your eyes
It will fall into the abyss from the pain
And we'll sow our field with crosses****
 
And I'm going to search for you over and over
Dead phone's dial tone will again run over
Teen parties more and more often are like drug-dealing washouts
Your crying mother will tell that you spent the night out
And I'm going to search for you over and over
Dead phone's dial tone will again run over
Teen parties more and more often are like drug-dealing washouts
Your crying mother will tell that you spent the night out
 
On the day of blown pupils I'm trying to find the spring
When you smiled at me and I was drowning in your eyes
Give back the one, that was the closest to me
Give back the one, that will finally listen to me!
 
But you will hide your eyes, sit this one out
Endless raves in ephedrine clubs
You'll promise to give it up
Will say 'I swear!'
It's like I'm in hell and I can't wake up
 
And I'm going to search for you over and over
Dead phone's dial tone will again run over
Teen parties more and more often are like drug-dealing washouts
Your crying mother will tell that you spent the night out