Текст песни Mila Poletaeva - Суп с котом

Shards of our souls and the sky overhead,
How many times I was convinced that ,
What we have little time .
We reserve the soup with a cat on then ,
People are discouraged laziness .
Orientalists and Veda - so interesting ...
Only Hannibal Lector ate your nerves ,
Cannibals gnawed your blood
And they left a piece of Andromeda .
The stars and space are eternal , immortal,
And you shook herself beyond belief .
She would get up and run across the sand to the sea ,
But it decayed , buried in parchment
Experiences delusions , Atella, Basilicata been waiting for his Elena.

24/8/16
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