Текст песни Meekh - Среди гортензий

Among the hydrangeas, let him circle in the quotion
With cheap brandy, on the sound of Sony equipment.
Turning Cart Blanche on the conscience of intoxicated eyes,
On the eve of moments, when I swallow me.

Air performed by aroma room spirits,
He drives from the skull of autophobia with her pipe.
Hugs in calocation on a delicate aura
Dribute implosion, like Petrarki with his laurea.

In the lights of your euklazov, clinging acoazma,
Time is stuck in intermediates from our spasms.
You are a subeer, you kalyaku strictly on Esperanto ...
I stupidly heal you launching di-grabs.

Describing your mill in luxurious feeds,
I suffer from you tights torn.
Having left all the stored ways on the stars,
I will carry you on the field of pink hyacinth ...

And kisses will be rugs casually distributed
Warm, on the Lona of your eurosis of renink
My thunderstorms on your body are fragile
Before the glow of dawn, with disconnected tubes