Текст песни МП-Три - Брошки

Brooches

There are so many as I am:
A vulgar, a deadhead and a user.
On the third day, you realized
What not to see Land Cruiser

Let's sit down on the path
I'll read poetry
Like water wears away a stone
Here's to you - for brooches,
These are the ones for the perfume
Here's a memory for you.

Instead of sushi - vermicelli,
Instead of golf, hide and seek
What Paris and Courchevel ?!
In the country, the beds are drying!

Honeymoon in September.
Cote d'Azur Nice,
Somewhere near Tula in a hammock
You only dream about it

And your palms
dry like sand
And in the water the rose withers.
Here's to you - for brooches,
These are the ones for the spirits
Here's a memory for you.

There are so many as I am:
A vulgar, a dead man and a user.
In the third year, you realized
What not to see Land Cruiser

Well, how can it be, tell me how to be ?!
To turn off the water in the tap,
And outside the window is burning with fire
A world of omnipotent rubbish