замълчи.. всичко си ми казал.. и за жалост, аз съм чувала лъжи.. замълчи.. вчера да си плакал.. както казах, аз не вярвам в мъжките сълзи..

замълчи.. нека да е тихо.. и със мен, и без мен ще продължиш.. не тъжи, късно е за всичко.. с този спомен само ще ме нараниш..

не ме търси.. и не звъни до късно нощем.. ти не бе щастлив със мен в онези дни.. не ме търси.. ако за някой плача още.. аз съм сигурна, че ти това не си.. ти не си..

замълчи.. искам да е утре.. всеки ден по малко спира да боли.. не тъжи, че ме няма сутрин.. не тъжи, когато есен завали..

не ме търси.. и не звъни до късно нощем.. ти не бе щастлив със мен в онези дни.. не ме търси.. ако за някой плача още.. аз съм сигурна, че ти това не си.. ти не си..

Нели Петкова.. с акомпанимент на Куку-бенд.. Песен която се слуша на един дъх. Чуй сам..

След като на  7ми Юли заминах обратно за  Пловдив,  на  13ти  Ноември се връщам  обратно в София (това за неразбралите).  Тогава,  професията ми ще се преобърне на  много градуса и ще започна да комуникирам доста по-малко с киенти (юпиииииии).

Е, София.. чакай ме, аз си идвам.. :)

My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind
Too picturesque an image to control this time
My intimate discriminating fears you test
By ignorance that truly feels it knows me best

You have the power
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us

The intricate sincerity is choking me
It’s scrambling and crawling all around my feet
In words that jump from line to line and cover me
My credible intelligence evading me

You have the power
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us

So now you’re telling me it’s so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don’t wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing

Carmen Queasy, I don’t wanna be
Don’t wanna be
Don’t wanna be
Don’t wanna be
Don’t wanna be

I’m flinging our some riddims in a cultural scare
Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care
Dissecting all who analyse an empty heart
Just spitting out some old wet dreams and calling it art

You have the vision
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us

So now you’re telling me it’s so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don’t wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing money-making
Money-making is a wonderful thing

Money-making, money-taking
We don’t have a choice
But we still have a voice

Antagonist, life is too short
Twist, deform and distort
Impregnate brains enter my seminar
Money-making, music making, failure

Got to take back what’s mine
Got to take back
Keep choking and holding, provoking
My lifestyle you’ll be smoking

So now you’re telling me it’s so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don’t wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing