Белинда и Мокко - Похороните меня за плинтусом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Belinda:

I loved you and are still shedding you.

It was as if Brodsky created us, cheating: what a pity that what your existence has become for me was my existence for you.

Mokko:

Bury Me Behind the Baseboard.

So that without address and postal index.

To find only from memory.

I am just the sum of the squares

Cosine and sinus.

Yes, I remember that a person needs a person,

Otherwise, it is simply impossible.

After all, even a whole life

Can remain a lie

If behind this damn skirting board

There will be no one, one more

The closest

With whom together at a huge risk

For the right to become happy.

In this crashed

And crispy in half an exploded world.

Your sparkling dance

In the most snow -white dress,

so creamy, if you touch,

It will never be long

Even if the whole eternity.

And if I were the size of a dust

or a wave of the wing of the bird,

That would spend the night only on your collarbone, hiding under the warm eyelash.

When I fall asleep with a little prince,

in the head among millions of people

Only your image

According to fabric centimeters.

And I am happy that somewhere in advance

We were destined for each other.

And that you and I are synonyms with one common meaning in my heart.

Belinda:

Bury Me Behind the Baseboard.

So that without address and postal index. To find you can’t find even on the radio. I am a sinus of one hundred eighty degrees. And yes, ask her not to look for me. So that there is no more in memory:

...

How every evening she returns home and speaks obscenities with an intercom. Unless, of course, she has an intercom at all, and if she is at home at home.

As her name is almost a rhyme to the tangerines. How he puts green tea to cool and drinks cold as, damn it, almost hit the car. How it remained forever a sweaty. But not calling, not incoming, outgoing. And about another question. "Are you in love?" In response: "did not pass." And I didn’t go away .. As soon as her right brackets are treated, and that phrase, well, your phrase: "Until another random meeting."

As, along the way, I also listened to a song about Katya. But Katya, because he lives in the next entrance. As in each "no" - reminiscence you. How every day trains go to you, which I never have time for you. After all, I have another now, which I do not confuse with you anymore.

As he dreamed that love begins to end, as he collected you in the next. By the way? Without thinking, you got confused in adjectivation, you became a stranger. Adjective to someone's beloved hands. And with other legs, prospectus stomped. How forever I did not understand you, packing letters into envelopes.

How you fell in love with the book that you loved so much as you did not tolerate all people with your name, to hell. As someone idolized someone with green. And I stumbled about the song, chords.

As a song alone, he will remind you. About something sick, last year and lived. The next track is not on the cheeks. And through the teeth: "You will not return it."

How in winter I did not remember what you were called. And, you know, it became a little older.

- Light, buy cigarettes, legs are tired.

- Are you talking about?

K .. how else is it?

Bury Me Behind the Baseboard. So that without address and postal index. To find only from memory. And yes, ask her not to look for me ...

Yes, I would let you go

But I'm a moron.