Текст песни Мертвые Художники - посредник

Two quarters
Suggest
I crowd of teenagers near the metro
I missed ...
Dark…

Lighter pockets
Anywhere only again here
And can read, there is time
A letter to her from him
The yard, biting her lip
So just hide in a jacket.

And nerves zanoyut
Or maybe it is not necessary
And if you open
If you check
But I Oduro
After all, I do not sexless
And just a mediator
Just mediator.

Just mediator
Just mediator
Just mediator
Just mediator

All figures are in line
Thoughts suddenly hung
And she waits in silence
And for some reason I'll lie
That he will not come

With shame, biting her lip
And farther hiding in a letter jacket
In which, hello to her from him
I'm broke, but I'm a bitch
Against other I broke two
On the one who goes
And who ever.

- In general, it will not come
I ... I do not know what it is,
However ... I did not, you know, I did not
All clear,
He just asked me to tell you all ...
I myself really sorry that you came all the way
If you need anything ... you will call me.
Okay?
You have my number?
Write
8-916-119-36 .. Volodya
And what's your number?

And nerves zanoyut
Or maybe it is not necessary
And if you open
If you check
But I Oduro
After all, I do not sexless
And just a mediator
Just mediator.

Just mediator
Just mediator
Just mediator
Just mediator