i can show you something i'm not sure about, go ahead show me, vladimir kornienko, he’s a cardian, betching the walls right until they bleed out of love, be careful, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand, a thousand miles away, it’s carried away you are a white-stone calm from me, and all i can imagine is one ugly little story about how dreams are wiped into dust, i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know, where am i when, we’ll see you on the shards of spring ice, in a minute i lit up withered, doubts are like a knife, but if one day, what i say, be careful, there’s a knife in my hand, but but i will believe, you’ll understand me, i’m not a murderer, i’m out of love, i’m scratching the walls right until they bleed , carefully, i’m losing, i’m losing, i’m losing, i’m losing you, put on the head of the swirl, a working day, i wish i could go now drink... but it’s unlikely that the sadness will evaporate, and this sadness brings you to me, for a thousand thousand damn thousand miles, i hear you pushing with the last of your strength, from a thousand radio bands, confidently catching my voic