Текст песни Константин Чудинов - Романтика

Romance

We flew far from home
Up to the throat we are strangers
Behind all the distant islands
For the women, carbonated

How a butterfly languishes in a cocoon
How a thread ran through hell
All meanings in this life are illusory
Profitable at market prices

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And on the platform, oh, romance
Girl soldier meets
Well hello, hello my dear dear
So we met with you

And we stayed behind the dates,
Behind the scenes for twenty-fifths,
Behind brackets and behind quotes,
For holidays and parades

For the fact that we are with you in the fall
Empty and painfully adults
For having fucked up your fill
In three pines we ourselves were confused

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