Читатель - Лолита - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-ta: the tip of the tongue takes three steps down the palate, only to hit the teeth on the third. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, just Lo, in the morning, five feet tall (minus two inches and wearing one sock). She was Lola in long pants. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line of the forms. But in my arms she was always: Lolita.

Did she have predecessors? Well, they were... I’ll say more: there wouldn’t have been any Lolita if I hadn’t fallen in love with one original girl one distant summer. In some principality by the sea (almost like Po).

When was this, huh?

About the same number of years before Lolita was born as I was that summer. You can always rely on the killer to deliver intricate prose.

Dear female and male jurors! Exhibit Number One represents what Edgar's seraphim were so jealous of - ill-informed, simple-minded, noble-winged seraphim... Take a look at this tangle of thorns.