Мне не нужен голос, разреши мне слышать,
Как срываешь крыши, как дышишь.
I have no sex and no romance. Who needs it? Who needs all these potential problems like disease and pregnancy? I have no problems. No fear of disease, psychopaths, or stalkers.
Видимо, время подписей “не в тему, но о чем-то важном”. И, да, песенка, песенка..
No one has breakfast at Tiffany’s, and no one has affairs to remember – instead, we have breakfast at seven a.m. and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. How did we get into this mess?