Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Готическая леди

I was kouli in the past life
As an ant, tireless
Self-juggled tea with jasmine tea,
And you could not know me,

My gothic lady.
You lived on another land,
Your world was lying in the MGL,
When caressing greenery,

Tripod washed fire
Pouring into a bowl with light
Amber greens and this
My bowl fought a bowl.

And as if praised away
Merzan of your fireplace,
In the fragrance of jasmine,
From the hands of chinese kouli

You at the dawn were dreams,
Bearfully swearing with the Jaw.
You are amazed: I'm not looking
For themselves? But not clear

Not significant and weightless -
Who are these two at the table?
They were not there in the past,
And it seems to be familiar for a long time.

And you are in the confusion of land
Then did not touch the don
My gothic lady
Visit better - this is us.