Ананасова - Фанера, летящая над Паижем - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I, like plywood flying over Paris, I have nothing and I do not need anything;

lying - sometimes I really want to be closer

To you, love you awkwardly

But I see you - frost on the skin, the sky is blackened by soot, right away, so black

It's cold, cold, God,

After all, I gave up to you without fighting even,

And you broke my white flag, it looks like;

I was so free - take a suitcase and stomp, America, Africa and Europe,

or London Fayv-o-Clock, smart doctor Paphno speak-dock,

I was exhausted by grayness and melancholy,

But I was exhausted with you, I

What a light unpretentious depression is there if you knocked me a rope and hung it yourself; If I despise the whole world now, and you are alone for me, there is no one else - where do you order to go, which continent? ..

Everything is gone - yours, yours, shaking your hands, your tongue sticks to the palate,

Well, what should I do with you and how do I dislike you,

Where to run, save me or in you salvation,

Apparently I reap what I sowed.

I thought, I would write a little about you, and I will lay out you, like the others, to the table,

but I got specifically, I’ll live up to a hundred years - it means exactly one hundred

I will write about you about you, to convince myself that shackles are free and dropped,

And to fill the corners of loneliness and madness.

I _ you, just do not listen to me, it is known - bad, for a long time without a roof.

I'm plywood, remember?

Flying

Over Paris.