Текст песни Клим Стронский - Болею ею

Sick of you, my happiness, kill me with your absence,
Kill me presence, I'm confused, or
worthless loser? Please explain.
And how many more nights will pass,
nights fly past me, so I raised the hood,
face and opened the meeting with a light wind
taste of life.
We dried on the plates.
Prints will remain our desires,
and the soles erased in the hole,
splashed water penetrating the oceans
on the beach remains of the soul.
Incandescent seats
subway cars,
cloth under your coat,
remain serotonin
and medicine for anemia.
Wildly crying childhood
pounding heart.
We are so confident and naive
We believe love is eternal.
I put my hands on his shoulders
and the evening turns
in the evening. In space
your spirits, scratching nostrils
memories upadёm
on the sofa at Christmas,
and sobbed like a child.
You sick, sick.
The time to strike again
midnight
and I will conquer the moon
and you will win
I take away, whined
ear.
Ill thee,
covering throat
from the cold,
I am waiting for you again.
at bus stops, on buses,
asking the conductor,
eyeing passengers:
& Quot; Well, where is my love?
where my dear? & quot;