Текст песни Ариэль Ласкер - Дания

And you know, in Denmark they also walk in winter without hats,
And in the trams, swearing, they push their elbows like in St. Petersburg.
I lost myself in the shade on one of the snow-covered benches.
Nearby, a boy shouted and stamped his feet at his parents.

You recently thought: love is not the main thing in this life
(However, the word recently for the moon, moth? Not sincere).
Cabernet Sauvignon called moonshine and poison.
Poured into the fireplace. He hissed and spat sparks.

In a damp basement that smelled of rotten leaves and lime
You painted portraits of not drunken classmates.
She wrote a novel, was fond of Tarkovsky's poems,
And according to rumors, she even managed to sleep with one of the classics.

But from the memory of days I snowed from a disturbed branch
Returns to reality. It doesn't take long to get cold on the bench.
Sometimes I come across your notes in the old press.
And I stumble upon forgotten letters behind the bookshelf.