Текст песни Les Lettres d'un Ange Mort - ciinematographique

Tear all the films, they are no more,
(The role of the role blood for blood)
According to you: Love was only on tape
(For love)
Our film, where in the summer rain
(Our to you, Happy end ...)
Kiss me ...
For some seconds the directors of all the land were killed,
Federico Fellini Mikhalkov couple shoot.
Since people kissing,
On the back row,
Each other lips lips
In realy Love ...
Meanwhile, the on-screen ...
Summer rain paints the faces of the heat
And something more alien stories lie
Tenderness is true, and easier
Love has grown old or died long ago,
But before leaving,
The rain turned it ...
But we know that all end badly: the explosion and a pile of corpses,
And according to rumors, a kiss is not ...