Текст песни Михаил Елизаров - Дом и Краски

When not at ease, when not good
And thoughts only about the future and the past -
Imagine, imagine that I came to you
And I wipe the dusty soles.

Again, there is sadness in your heart and you grumble at fate,
Sobbing froze in my throat.
Imagine that I'm fucking you
And the world - a hostile stepfather - will become home.

Home
Home
Home

When you try to run away from yourself
In search of the lost paradise ...
And you imagine, even if for half an hour,
That I am escorting you on the road.
In the silence of the train station and at the airport
Anticipating unprecedented shake-ups ...
Imagine my warm cock in your mouth
And the world will return the lost colors.

Paints
Paints
Paints

In the station emptiness and at the airport
Where is the sky of pigeons, husky eyes,
Imagine, imagine my warm cock in your mouth
And the world will return the lost colors.

Paints
Paints
Paints