элли на маковом поле - в твоей спальне - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In your bedroom, the sun has always been a little more than in Africa, more tenderness than in that chocolate with a lilac cow. I close my eyes and stand on your threshold. Well, hello .. Your hands are covered with affection, as if glazing covers gingerbread with love with love. You are children's fairy tales. You are the expectation of a holiday in plastic crowns. This is all I remember. This is all that I will save about you in my memory. Sorry that you will have nothing left of me, except for the dislocations of the psyche, sixteen scars drunk in that stupid game when you sing and pierce the table in the distances between the fingers with a knife. I catch your loving look on myself and immediately miss. Do not look at me. Answer why are you looking like that? Why are you so hurt me? We go to the emergency room to pull out the knife stuck in my larynx. And I fall into the abyss. I will not be forgiven by you, I lived as an asshole, I lived as the last bastard under the battle of these keys, under the influence of dose, lying under strangers. And, you know, I liked it all. Only good remains of you in your memory. Pure, like parishes, white as your sheets, like milk, like your skin and the smell of lemon muffins. Like the photo where you laugh at my shoulder, and this is the laughter of the doomed, which is about to collapse. After all, you give all the best, because you leave me the best. Not asking in return.