Текст песни Гарри Топор - Лестница Иакова

He doesn't look at her enough for a moment
Not bold enough
He wants to get this meat today.
'Cause he's not vegan enough
But the glass is not enough Remy
After all, carrying cache is not enough
Means to his considerable years
He didn’t do enough
Whispers in the ear the words of the poet
Something gentle enough
She laid her hands on his knees
Jeans enough bershka
Bridges are coming soon, they call a taxi
Enough in a hurry
In the back seat he caressed her legs.
Fingers enough between
Frosty morning by yesterday's love
He has not enough memory
Her head on the pillow
It would seem - this is happiness and envy
The smell of fried eggs with curry in his communal apartment
In a poorly furnished bedroom
In order not to be so alone, it is not enough for him to insert
In order not to roar in front of him on the floor
She doesn't have enough pivot
He, like everyone else, hit her in the face, bitch
He is still quite polite
Drunk fell asleep only on the third day
He holds her enough
She ran away there at night without a jacket
And the city is snowy enough

[Hook]
With dancing, songs supposedly
On the escalator down, like the stairs of Jacob
We all live in our different worlds
But we die all the same
Up there they will show you a fist
You stumble down down
And down there they just spit on you, fool
And thrown into the urn, fool
With dancing, songs supposedly
On the escalator down, like the stairs of Jacob
We all live in our different worlds
But we die all the same
Up there they will show you a fist
You stumble down, fool
And down there they just spit on you, fool
And thrown into the urn, fool

[Verse 2]
Everybody told her that time would heal
But enough abrasions
In front of the monitor she will sit until late again
After paying enough
After work, I was left alone with broken plans for the day
A colleague pressed her hard enough to the closet
He is not enough behind
Husband with her best friend
Last year I drove off somewhere to the south
Since then, she’s all pretty new-passit or Ladiomil
She wants to forget about troubles
Because lonely in a dress at the bar sits
And she’s pretty simple for today
So that the guy is not an oligarch and a bandit
Whispers in the ear the words of the poet
Something gentle enough
She laid her hands on his knees
Poher is not Versace, but Bershka
Bridges are coming soon, they call a taxi
Enough in a hurry
She looks into his blue eyes.
They give hope
Around or rickety or elite
Or dirt or rhinestones
She's not tall enough, she wants to take off like that
To bright and immediately
She will bare her body, taking off all that is superfluous
Like when cutting diamonds
Now the window is closed for flying into her kitchen
And enough gas

[Hook]
With dancing, songs supposedly
On the escalator down, like the stairs of Jacob
We all live in our different worlds
But we die all the same
Up there they will show you a fist
You stumble down, fool
And down there they just spit on you, fool
And thrown into the urn, fool

With dancing, songs supposedly
On the escalator down, like the stairs of Jacob
We all live in our different worlds
But we die all the same
Up there they will show you a fist
You stumble down, fool
And down there they just spit on you, fool
and will stumble in the urn, fool