Ale.Sund - Л.Ю.Б.Л.Ю. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I do not tame anyone, so as not to be in the answer later. You are in your hands swing a semi -sunny southern wind, whisper quietly: "There will be time - you yourself will be tamed." I don't believe you at all: one is much better. You laugh: "You will see!" The air smells of spicy curry. I teach Latin and Yiddish to talk with the winds.

Breeze grinds to me about the sea, gold sandy beaches, light waters of the water waters and rocky mountain ridges. The storm sings about guillotines, about the Bavarian dark sky, ships in green mud, broken about the shore, about foggy Fuji, centuries -old resin -haired pines and an apricot - apricot soaring over the houses of the side of the sun.

You listen to us in a breath. Drinks typhoon with your palms. A hurricane lays down on a sagging windowsill. The wind of the North, having quietly, dry the liliax and luggage, next to it lies lingonberries and pieces of honeycomb from the hive. A lamp flicker on the table - a firefly in a glass cage. A scattering of broken ampoules is asleep the storm over the couch.

And from now on I am powerless. Turned like a wind. My fingers nervously draw the void of air lines: “Livs, Yu-Ba, Borey, Lotare, Jurfes”, and again in a circle. The pale light of the cigar flares up like coal. You sigh: “Enough smoke. I am responsible for you, ”and you completely calmly pull your hand to the cigarette.

Everything around takes off into the air, we hover in the arms of the wind. He gracefully breaks the plot fabric to pain, and worshiped eternity trembles with a through membrane.

In the epicenter of a hurricane, I kiss your shoulders.