Текст песни Максим Демах - Улыбка Мадонны

If you believe books, the truth is in fault
But books to lie - nor give or take.
And I sometimes see in you as if in a dream
What no one has had time to write.

Someday the walls will turn into dust,
Someday time will go east.
Someday there will be a fairy tale
Someday ... oh, if I could.

You know, someday and I mature,
Rearrange to interfere with alcohol.
Stop looking for a loop for the neck,
And forget its children's pain.
His frivolous pain
His unreal pain

If you get out of the house, you can have time
Loose where no one is waiting.
Only there are six strings and is scheduled to sing,
And it remains to be fed like a fish about the ice.

If you believe books, the truth is in fault
But I'm not used to believe books.
And I sometimes see in you as if in a dream
What is not in one of the books.

You know, someday and I mature,
Rearrange to interfere with alcohol.
I will stop looking for stones for the neck,
And forget its childish pain,
His frivolous pain
His unreal pain ...

You know, unfortunately, I won't remember
I'm just afraid to stay alone
I'm afraid to lose the smile Madonna
Among tens of other paintings.
Among hundreds of other paintings.
Among thousands of unnecessary paintings ...