Текст песни Лолита - На каждом моя помада

Something plohochuvstvie
A premonition
On artificial flowers petals wither
white daisies
The room is decorated with
In saucer in comfort gobies

At each my lipstick
So close to the heart does not have to
I myself would be happy
But I can not , I can not hear?

Again, not good ...

In a telephone wire
Your crowd arguments
Without waiting for an occasion you put the cross
saucer crowded
And sets new
And hardly know - the difference is no more

At each my lipstick
So close to the heart does not have to
I myself would be happy
But I can not , I can not hear?

Again, not good ...

In the mirror of the sign
wilt reflection
Sleepy movement , eyes do not shine
In the ashes of smoke shatter
Body in the bathroom heated
A bed lay a desolate look like

Erased my lipstick
So close to the heart does not have to
I myself would be happy
But I can not , I can not hear?

Again, not good ...