Noize MC Ivan Alekseev

Baby, listen to how you look at it So that in five years I become your ex-husband? I am not Christ at all, it would be five times easier to crucify me Baby, listen to how you look at it So that in five years I become your ex-husband? I am not Christ at all, it would be five times easier to crucify me Baby, listen What about empty promises, what about sessions of silence With hands on the cross, chest and sour cabbage soup? So sour, it's as if the recipe called for lime, not sorrel. By the way, what about screaming in the kitchen instead of in the bedroom at night? Admire your things flying down from the balcony Take your wedding ring lying on your palm with two fingers And hide it in your breast pocket to drown your sorrows with friends Vomiting in the toilet, dropping something while drunk – all this is quite sad But that's later, and now - a dress with a veil A bunch of flowers and ridiculous bows By rented long car Highway to hell, the speedometer is at one hundred! No traffic lights, no signs No cop tails Only in the ditch of everyday life, the burning skeleton of marriage I am not Christ!