Анна Ривелотэ - мышкины слёзки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Well, what should I do with you like this? declare jihad on one infidel? turn out into caverns, whitish scars: look, dear, this is what happens when you’re with someone else, it looks like you’ve been burned with cigarettes or etched with acid. but everything ugly between us is prohibited by default - fold snow-white origami, wear the thinnest kimonos, behave like princesses, and leave your inflammatory processes to the doctors - let them decide; However, perhaps that pearlescent scar adorns you.

You are so delightfully unpunished, and you believe that the tears of the hordes of mice will not shed one day at once, that everything will not be covered with a copper basin, and the mice - can you really remember them all? no, I’m not scaring you with Gehenna, I’m not scaring you with anything at all, may God grant you, after mortal life, to fall into the very abyss of paradise. no, I don’t know how it should be, and how it could be - I don’t know either, if I weren’t so narrow-minded, if I weren’t so thick-skinned. Well, just forgive me my sorrows, my senseless grievances, night vigils with a murdered look over a cup of bitter, salty tea. I'm sorry that I can't be proud, I'm sorry that I'm tired of everything, I'm sorry that I have a painted bag, I'm sorry that I have my own rules. I'm sorry that I measure by my own measure who is Abel here and who is Cain here, forgive me that I never believe that every new burn is accidental.