Текст песни Mariani Wine - Парфюмер

All love is sewn with white threads
All love is sewn with black threads
All love is sewn by quick whores,
All love is obtained under torture.

Behind the last line, a dose of morphine
A drop of morphine behind the last line
Beyond the last line, everything is amorphous,
Behind the last line it was a dick.

Oh, how sweet they smell in the coffin
Your deodorants
My angel of eternal love
With an eternal bullet in the forehead.

Our hearts are on the outskirts of town
Our hearts are in the vomit of the city
Our hearts are fake gold
Our hearts with their eternal hunger!

Other people's fates are like thin curls,
Other people's fates are like brittle curls,
Other people's fates are like dirty cocoons
Others' fates were dug up alive.