Соня Мармеладова - EPILOG - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

They say that from love to hatred only one step. And I say that only one click. Today you are the light in her hellish tunnel, and tomorrow you are Viapi, but only in all black lists. I will smoke, you don't mind? My confession will not take three cigarettes. I see how your cassock is inflated with indignation, calm down, holy father. I promise not to extinguish the bulls on the icon.

It was like a disco weekend. Weights in a white shirt, weekends under white lines. The cyclic life of an ordinary clerk, whose tie strangled the neck of a rock star. It was then that I met her. No, not at all in the tales of the old Disney. No one to sing birds and lost shoes. Small tees, synthetics, passion, Satan. If a glass, then inside forty degrees. Turn off the light, bring dirt with it. The season after the season is sick of this trash. Sin for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

But there are a lot of succubes, and I am alone. My whore is musical gamma, for her burning stones. While the blind rockroll reigns in one heart, the second is riding like Origami in the hands of a fool. Quarrels, squabbles, shame and ducking. SMS is not from the phrase of Short Message Service, but from “become my bitch”. Little death comes on tiptoe, because you understand that in your prolonged free fall, the taste of Susinchron becomes more clearly. You can squeeze her chest in the hand, but not her soul. And when God for the hundredth time crushes the Ignor button for your prayers, a bird will sit on the shoulder with one ashen-gray in the morning of these rusty days. There are two words in her beak. Two nails.

Not mine. M.Sh.