Слова [Slova] [English translation]

Go ahead, wipe your feet against me,

The day has come where our roads part.

Go to the light from someone else's windows and houses.

There's no such thing as "we" any more.

But you know me, rewind it all again,

I didn't mean to hurt you but you made me.

I was wrong and I'm calling you now.

And as usual, I hear a ringing tone.

Do you really have to piss me off on purpose?

But I'm a fool, so what if I let slip some words.

My empty words, empty words.

My empty words, empty words.

Go ahead, it's easy for you to crush what has been built.

Never regret anything, anyone.

But grey days are leaving dust on the window sill, where's logic here?

And there's still no such thing as "we", no such thing.

But you know me, rewind it all again,

I didn't mean to hurt you but you made me.

I was wrong and I'm calling you now.

And as usual, I hear a ringing tone.

Do you really have to piss me off on purpose?

But I'm a fool, so what if I let slip some words.

My empty words, empty words.

My empty words, empty words.

My empty words, empty words.

My empty words, empty words.

And as usual, I hear a ringing tone.

Do you really have to piss me off on purpose?

But I'm a fool, so what if I let slip some words.

My empty words, empty words.

My empty words, empty words.

• Artist:Max Barskih
• Album:По Фрейду