Текст песни Стрельцова - бредовое

Couple caressing phrases and interweaving hands,

If it's love, who to call?

Palms up to catch the plum sky blue,

You are around every corner, and you have no pain.

What day of the week today?

And why is all around asshole?

You can smear each other on the walls,

From nerves, from the wind and from the heart.

You can wake up in a strange bed,

And maybe in the subway and one can.

Couple caressing phrases and interweaving hands,

Only my fingers, just your body.

The snow-white dress,

The crisp light.