Текст песни Антон Парамонов - ВЫСТРЕЛ АМУРА

Aunt Valya weighed a lot,
But she lived easily and fun;
She had a niece -
As a model from a gloss cover.

Idle and married
It was flown as feathery,
Well, I'm with my bride
Expected the love of heaven;

And did not dream of neither a dream nor the Spirit
To get into the network to Potascuham,
But in the awaiting wedding boredom
Snake me in my heart.
And I can't understand in any way,
As I did not get into those arms.
Why fate I send curses,
When I am all the fault.

Aunt Valya Many Quasila
And gray curls painted,
And the friend of her niece
Shot near the "health resort."

My in the past challenged
Married a scientist
Well, I'm with my guitar
I remember the songs old.

Since then, long has been delayed
My broken youth
My unfastened youth
From how to benefit to anyone.
And I can't understand in any way,
Why do we need to argue without love
And why all people are brothers,
Until Cupid will shoot.

Moscow,
May 2010.