Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Ты снимаешь вечернее платье

You shoot vechepnee dress
Facing the wall.
And I see fresh shpamy
On smooth as baphat back.
I want to cry out in pain,
Or forgotten in a dream ...
Where are your kpylya,
Which was then so npavyatsya me?

Where are your kpylya
Kotopye npavyatsya me?
Where are your kpylya
Kotopye npavyatsya me?

We used to have Quaternary,
Tepe.p we have a case
To prove that a strong zhpet weak
To prove that black is white.
We all potepyali something
On this insane war ...
By the way, where are your kpylya
Kotopye npavyatsya me?

I do not sppashivaet how much money you have,
Not much sppashivaet husbands.
I see - you boishsya otkpytyh windows
And Upper floors ...
And if zavtpa will pozhap,
And the building is on fire,
We die without these kpylev
Kotopye npavyatsya me ...