Текст песни Апрельский марш - Помада

I am wooden, like a corpse,
On my prints hundreds of lips!
I wake up, I go and eat,
But I know I do not know why!

Chorus:
But still there for me your lipstick!
While it sounds lambada,
I do not need anything -
On me your lipstick!

Now at night I sleep like a log,
And in the morning I look out the window.
I had forgotten how to read and write,
I forgot to exist.

Chorus:
But still there for me your lipstick!
While it sounds lambada,
I do not need anything -
On me your lipstick!

You moved so far
And you get to easily.
Live without a body my soul,
And everybody talks, love is not bonded, that still is that still there

Chorus:
But still there for me your lipstick!
While it sounds lambada,
I do not need anything -
On me your lipstick!