Текст песни Ксения Слободенюк - Порча

And hundreds of hands will be hugging your shoulders,
But I know that I - from the eternal.
Perpetuates.

While I doprygnu to the top shelf,
Put tea.
But the sense that?
Nobody brews - did not drink.
Lovely evening endorphin.

alone,
At the bottom ,
Long.

Do I have to hand binding,
In-bound gunshot and knife.
We have something too crazy but alive,
The proximity of the bodies - the proximity of a shower - your muzhchinskaya fortitude.
You have to go out first, he must give me a hand.

Open the door, I'm on the verge of gray, white.
Smells like black tea, your soft body
and edelweiss.
You laugh,
For it is - the only thing that remains for us to do.

You know, when I write poetry,
That time getting damage.
This damage
words within the resort to ploys.