Текст песни Женщина с Бородой - Брюки

Your pants rubbed a hole as the beautiful sky

No one will believe you just that and live

I could never eat the same amount of bread

And I sing about love only when you leave

The walls are empty but I know the history of the butt crack crumpled in the corner is my talisman

Bright magazine on the floor with a smile Woman

All kind of their claims on the back pocket

You do not have to listen to and can do what you like
I mean no more than the one who died on the cross

But all that you love you give night

And should pray at least once a distant star

Sit down for a couple minutes, I believe in omens

Look no Morgan and remember this whole mess

But the one to whom also strongly influence the world

Reads the alphabet and remember one solid sign

And the train again utters sounds heavenly

He lied to me again and has delivered wrong

But at last, and I wiped my pants
So I can not sing about love never