Текст песни Макс Тимошенко - А Бродский сломал бы мне руки...

Brodsky would have broke my hands over the
Night verses. Which, however,
Not too bad. And blows biting
The fingers on the keys beat. wary
Heart is beating. And very carefully,
Fingering a chord for chord, soul
Requests for bread and circuses and sincere
Feelings. Forever. And you know, the blizzard
My soul is even better than a warmed
This is your experiment on me.
But wait. No, not tears. That smoke
The cigarette fell into my eyes.
And I called you cute princess
And you my husband. But no longer needed
You do this paradise. But know and be
Elect your spiteful and nasty and tricky.
It is not correct. Thank you all.
A curtain.
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