Текст песни Евгений Головин - Рита

Your sonatina - into this picture

where the knight shakes the plume

Oh Rita, oh Rita, in the nets of color

your black sings makeup.

you want threats and metamorphosis

where roses go down to hell

Do you want curly and black fountain

blow up our cold sunset.

You don't care about the kiss problem

love sarcastic snakes

You wanna be a black caryatid

with a pole star above it.

But it's better to calmly shake your head

and then barefoot.

You want, you want to be just yourself

myself and no one else.