Текст песни Алёна Счастливая - И снова гений в комнате остывшей

Again cooled genius in the room,
Iskomkannuyu burning paper.

I remember the "Vienna Convention", and Prague,
Hanging Garden, embroidered with gold and blood and sizzling taste of vodka, mixed with love.

I remember gloss and velvet dust
As uhodeli those who loved
As the melted diamond and steel
And as a poet ducked into sadness at the bottom of the glass.

I remember how Christ was born,
And as the king ascended to the throne.
I remember the sweet pain in the eyes of an assassin, play a small, but the role.

I remember I went down low, barely crossed the threshold.
Behind the scenes began to play the violin, the bartender pours me a loan, even though there is a big discount for a drink, and I - no. And this is the result ...

I could remember more,
But time is not.
The cooled room poet,
Iskomkannuyu burned paper
By the temple a gun.

Alena Happy