Мёртвые художники - Любовники вечно сжигают друг друга - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- You saw there some kind of kid on a bench, staring at your window ...

- You know? Forget it is a postponent. Count, I wanted to take a bath today, the bitch turned off the water ...

- Well, we can go to me ...

- No I do not want. I looked already presented to me? My Partret!

- Who?

- Secret! Hmm ... Yes, a dick knows who ... just gave it and that’s it. You know how it usually happens? Today it smells like this in the spring, on such days it is not really rushing to the movement at all, skewed!

- Hmm ... well, go ahead! Where is the bedroom?

- No, no horseradish, that's all, I have already gathered. Listen? It seems to me or my eyelids are swollen?

- It seems, it seems that let's go ... this ... Listen, and he is sitting there ... Maybe just in case we will leave the light in the kitchen?

Blows on the oncoming, arrows in a circle.

Lovers forever, burn each other.

Blows on the oncoming, arrows in a circle.

Lovers forever, burn each other.

- Her yard, April, evening.

This place is treating me from depression.

Makes you go further when there is no strength, nonsense ...

I wonder if she retained my portrait?

Oo .. it turns out, with the next ...

Hmm ... what am I glad

Where did I see his face?

Aa .. musician, hmm .. yes .. they stand each other ... They are even like ...

God, how beautiful she is and what a bitch! Hmm, and I used to think, just a photographic one. Okay, now peace ...

I’ll sit in the car, turn it on to full music and go home to the Moscow Art Theater ...

Blows on the oncoming, arrows in a circle.

Lovers forever, burn each other.

Blows on the oncoming, arrows in a circle.

Lovers forever, burn each other.