para-mi - Плачут парикмахерские и я - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The hairdressers and I cry. For you, for you.

It seems to everyone that his pain is stronger, blue, more banal

Heaven than in the eyes, does not happen. When you shout words with a soft sign, it is unnoticed how few calcium are in them.

TSS - fingers kept fingers in exciting, crap - hardened pupils

Yours are under the techno, and I was even worse, already softer for the syrup of bruises.

After dreams on the body again autumn.

And they form zero pain, and forehead into the wall of your heart,

touched through the T -shirt, so they are not washed

Now the winds undressed by the wind, trembling, childish, salty.

Private letters melted into bedside, sign

With a stray handwriting of the avenues on the de -energized collarbone of the city, weightlessness in the temples, pull me out of me.

Winter is soon, and the Schrames streets are bandaged in snow. Your dislocations will forget

which are more than exhalations than exits from the metro. Do not touch

Everyone wanted to turn off these crushing memories, shake the fog by the hollow shoulders, crush the dawn behind the ruddy cheeks, sew the sea behind the saliva of the surf at the feet. Break loudly in the morning, seeing

True T on white paper. Bright s.