Текст песни Леона Вишневська - Amaranth

Knocking heels night in a locked door,
on the heart gently ignite orange lights.
You have to draw lots again ...
Should I open it for her?

You take a sip and it thickens in your mouth with patience,
the clock, as if with a sense of guilt, silently hangs on the wall.
Broken toys and old baby diapers are rubbing their eyes
You wrap yourself in a sheet of memories, carefully, from the edges.

The walls breathe into the pulsating temples with insomnia,
and the soul is clenched in a fist.
You know how she was ...
so it remained foreign to you.

Calm turns on the light in the hallway and goes to shave.
And you look at her bare shoulders with your eyes
color of coal from underground mines. Too
nervous, almost wild, you finally ask:
-Do you pour?
She is wearing a terry robe. Sits opposite, so that they were
noticeable tasty, rounded thighs.
And drink your sorrow slowly, like a tincture of alcohol and cloves,
over time on the brotherhood.