рara-mi - зажми мне рот чем-нубудь... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'll be a mouth with something, and then, come on, break, break the cry from the larynx to the bend of the dry hip, let him do not miss the sound of a rustic and rough cut, the pink edge of my capricious mouth, pour my voice from the spine of the handset, And so that they did not ask about me later - pretend to be deaf, in the dark of the entrance did not have time to hug hands missing by challenges that did not happen poems, rolling echoes over the sutulous city bars, touch and feel the pulse of the rail trench, well, hello. I didn't write letters for you when I still woke up smiling, living, difficult people, in my opinion, very needed simple and all banal - more than once written on the curb, wet, parapet - like drinking from one cup, stripped slowly, page write your name on your cigarette - and not to smooth, you know, do not stay without electricity. Without money, without meaning to the minus thirteen, becoming an embodiment of your lungs, nothing the sky and want to stay, want to stay, and then in the middle of the streets in the midst In a gentle crying person, you stop pleaseing the hair and through your teeth decide to live to the end

October, and after it seems exactly and good. Morning. Lecture.

And in my head you put the palm to my soft mouth,

still call and try to promise

Do not stretch in half throughout the stomach.

In this city, no matter how many thousands of persons, lanes under the throat, the names of newspapers and pushing shoulders, "you" dares the cutting heart of the pages, and my mother asks and asks to take care of themselves, and I also don't hear through the fall, entering the discolored shoulders, lull, smelly, slender, headache yourself whiskey, laugh and look into the eyes, I think how much there is not to give up ... Laugh, disassembled children's so, plunged into pieces, proximate - and the flood, throw my head, as if me still Someone can hear. And this is November. And this is nineteenth. Nineteenth. The sleeve, painted in a blond, which robbed. And in general, let's, palm to the mouth itself, or before the car you can hear blunt sadness, my alcohol-vulgar, heavy emptiness, which is then someone in the player and by heart.