Текст песни СШ - Индустриальный романтизм

The smell of freshly picked roses
You like.
I-plant exhaust gases.
Classic violin you listen too,
And my music, the roar of engines.
You adore alleys and squares
At his house.
My geographical coordinates:
Industrial Zone.
Walk in the evening along the waterfront
With a man of love.
I parade around the building
With Inspector TEL.
You love to look at pictures
Late Romanticism.
My art drawings
Socialism collapsed.
Do you love to read poetry
And listen to compliments.
And my librarians
Technical documents.
Do you understand the kinds of
Red and white wines.
My liquid-Tech
AI-92 gasoline.
You watch the stars.
When one falls?
I construct a rocket into space,
Sending in flight.
Do you love the warmth of the hot seas
On the coasts of which lay.
Sunshine mine-boiler stalevarschika
With the red-hot metal.
Do you love candles
And a gentle touch.
My candle in mashine-
Spark plug.
You will die of love weasels
In the whirlpool of escapism.
A case of my death,
occupational injuries