Текст песни Дети Пикассо - Матрос

Bluish female laughter mouth fate streamed
wrapped in a black fur motrosom she was on the pier
Lemon tree blossomed cigarette between his fingers
fate led him to the altar kissing nose bump
chorus:
my dear boy, I close with one of you
she whispered to his temple with an invisible gray
my dear boy, I close with one of you
she whispered to his temple ...................
fate is treacherous and tender but strict dirk at the moment blestnul
and now she is pale at Vienna dropped chair
two ribbons like two snakes on a blue splash wind
the taste of chocolate and earth felt sailor mouth
chorus:
my dear boy, I close with one of you
she whispered to his temple with an invisible gray
my dear boy, I close with one of you
she whispered to his temple
my dear boy, I was alive one of you
one toboy..odnim you .....