Queasy - Не говори мне о любви - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

... I beg you very much, don't tell me about love.

I can’t hear about your love.

Understand, finally, when you say: “I love you”, so you put one meaning in these words, and I extract a completely different meaning from them.

As if you would put an orange in a hat, and I get a rabbit from it.

And then you ask me: how, tasty?

And I am right away in horror: do I need to kill him? And eat?

And I, on the contrary, feed him with carrots, and his nose moves, and pink ears shine through in the sun.

And you, well, by the way, suggest: let me clean it to you.

I imagine this, and I am immediately done badly. Smel away, the head is spinning ...

Well, I say, wash ... And I'm leaving home so as not to see this.

I return in an hour, and you are sitting in a chair, the entire floor in orange skins, and there is no rabbit anywhere.

You put a slice of orange in my mouth, and I will immediately tear me from the taste of fresh blood.

I think: killer.

You think: hysteria ...

Gala Rubinstein "Love without translation into tongue ..."