Текст песни Антон VOSMOY (8th - ex. 8 tripping horses) - What You Do To Me

My heavy heart is pushing down
My body’s liquid to the ground
I hear your voice has turned to sound
I can’t carry away.

What you do to me.

This air so tightly flows a blood
I’ve never been so close to god
Your teeth so sharp
It’s not your breathe
Never again

What you do to me.

It’s so not mine, it’s so not yours
I think your body is too close

What you do to me

We’re in a range
My sweetest loss
I bear your deads
You hold my cross

What you do to me

This night of knives
So cold-cold see
Your poisoned rotten apple seeds
I hope I’ll never gonna eat
Never again

What you do to me.

It’s so not mine, it’s so not yours
I think your body is too close

What you do to me

We’re in a range
My sweetest loss
I bear your deads
You hold my cross

What you do to me
My heavy heart is pushing down
My body’s liquid to the ground
I hear your voice has turned to sound
I can’t carry away.

What you do to me.

This air so tightly flows a blood
I’ve never been so close to god
Your teeth so sharp
It’s not your breathe
Never again

What you do to me.

It’s so not mine, it’s so not yours
I think your body is too close

What you do to me

We’re in a range
My sweetest loss
I bear your deads
You hold my cross

What you do to me

This night of knives
So cold-cold see
Your poisoned rotten apple seeds
I hope I’ll never gonna eat
Never again

What you do to me.

It’s so not mine, it’s so not yours
I think your body is too close

What you do to me

We’re in a range
My sweetest loss
I bear your deads
You hold my cross

What you do to me