Текст песни Медиана - Песенка Ганнибала Лектера

I love people, but, however, a cook-God
Specialty Salt Salt too much
In soup from actions and meat pie
Their bodies and affairs, in seasonings of dialogs.

I love people, their sweet, dense passion,
Their sharp fear and sour taste of guilt.
Hot anger, as well as gentle nature.
I love when we desparably full.

I look at people, ears, mouth.
I drink people playing with words.
Let's leave delicious pieces for later.
I love you. I will not get happy with you.

Serve-ka to the table me egoist
With peas, with self-esteem
Or a baked child with a pure heart,
And maybe we decide Narcissus?

I love people, my love is mad,
Immense. I ruble. I love. Ruble.
Love people. Inhale the air is noisy.
Love people. Ruble people. I love