Текст песни Александр О'Шеннон - Я ее называю по имени-отчеству...

I call it by name,
In the darkness by stocking under her skirt slipping.
Many women in the world, which I would like to,
But almost no one, without which it is impossible.

And this life I do not think a cup,
That, at least that of arsenic, but full to the brim.
And I have to scrape for a bowl of porridge ostyvsheyu,
As seasoning sprinkled with dandruff words.

The woman I love or peace
Do not give up, do not sell and do not give up, like a bone.
And the slide in the dark I'm stocking hand,
In the deserted house guest lurking.

She walks with me, like a vase abstract.
I have nowhere to put the scary drop.
I want you to love me crucified:
Admire crucified - someone to change?

And in the darkness of my soul so often crouched!
Because it's all over, it does not curve.
I call it by name,
To at least for a moment to rise above love.