ParaMi - зажми мне рот чем-нубудь... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'll be a mouth with something, and then, come on, break, break the cry from the larynx to the bend of the dry hip, let him not miss the sound of a rustic and rude cut, the pink edge of my capricious mouth, pour my voice from the spine of the handset, and So that they did not ask about me later - pretend to be deaf, in the dark of the entrance did not have time to hug hands missed by challenges that did not happen poems, rolling echoes over the sutural urban bars, tagging and feel the pulse of the iron cheek, well, hello. I did not write letters for you, when I still woke up smiling, living, complex people, in my opinion, very needed simple and all banal - more than once written on the curb, wet, parapet - like drinking from one cup, stripping slowly, page write your name on your cigarette - and not to smooth, you understand, do not stay without electricity. Without money, without meaning, staggering in the minus thirteen, to become a vaccination of your lungs, the notching of the sky and want to stay, want to stay, and then in the middle of the streets in the midst In a gentle crying person, you will stop correcting the hair and through your teeth decide to live to the end

October, and after it seems exactly and good. Morning. Lecture.

And in my head you put the palm to my soft mouth,

still call and still try to promise

Do not stretch in half throughout the stomach.

In this city, no matter how many thousands of persons, lanes under the throat, the names of newspapers and pushing shoulders, "you" darkens the cutting heart of the pages, and the mother asks and asks himself to protect themselves, and I also do not hear through the fall, entering discolored shoulders, lull, smelly, slender, headache yourself whiskey, laugh and look into the eyes, I think how much there is not to give up ... Laja, the divided Childish so, stunned into pieces, proximate - and the flood, throw my head, as if I was still Someone can hear. And this is November. And this is nineteenth. Nineteenth. The sleeve, painted in the blond, which was robbed. And in general, let's, palm to the mouth itself, or until the car you can hear blunt sadness, my alcohol-vulgar, a heavy emptiness, which is then someone in the player and by heart.