Текст песни Марта Ворон - драма

I breathe polyphony of his days
and cheap tobacco from neighboring shops.
dear, I beg you, do not believe themselves better,
and so you are not more expensive than a homeless mongrel.

summer. dusty, sweaty, happy unlikely
tearing the dress, back to the blood - in a moment.
I'm tired of waking up in anyone's arms,
tired and half the night to sleep in other people.

I have hair on ginger and shorter
sultry wind in the head or face,
and I would have been able, in spite of the damage,
Warming shoulders dirty house porch.

honey, I'm your moral maniac
I like cheeky and rude - to tears.
excites both the cheapest cognac
and the heady smell of faded pale roses.

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us for two mouthfuls with cheap shops
dear, I beg you, do not believe themselves better,
and so you are not more expensive than a homeless mongrel,
I'm worse than you, just a lot stronger.