Текст песни Мертвые Художники - Заложник

Two years ago the first time
I met her
One of the days
But life into "before" and "after"
Too late, tired home
My 277th
I raised my eyes ...
It.
Got involved, my type
"Adults boy"
With the touch of Lady
Sondra from "An American Tragedy"
Seemingly 20-25
Do not get it
At ages
-I To the final
(That I am a fool,
Worried like a boy)
She is silent ... book in their hands
I - fear
Breath, calm down,
Try more
- What are you reading?
The silence, the sweat on the back
She - turn slowly
Open your mouth
Second run
And then, in her eyes as something wild
Even stumbled ticking time
- "Koran", I'm sorry, I must go.
My Stop "
And so dexterously
At the last moment with footrests
Even a little bit, I would also
But the door of the beast's mouth, holding her behind
And I realized
All ...

In those eyes I'm a hostage
In these eyes
In these eyes

In those eyes I'm a hostage
In these eyes
In these eyes

Thank fate
It brought us together
Again
I in the eighth row forward to these "pilots" on the stage
Already inally shut
Scrape ..
Threw open the side door ..
I do not believe
In the room, I immediately knew she came
It is not in the script
In the half-light it
The same
My "adult boy"
And in the eyes of something wild
But this time even stumbled ticking
In the middle of the second act
Her hands closed the contacts ...

In those eyes I'm a hostage
In these eyes
In these eyes

In those eyes I'm a hostage
In these eyes
In these eyes