Текст песни Муравей - Идеальная Семья

You are my wooden bride
I'm your pewter groom
We are you tili-tili dough
Summer in your pocket spring for two

Soon, the sun of Pisdanozza over the horizon
Rain spills a stream of gold coins
Flowers and newspapers as if in a dream
Autumn underfoot winter up your sleeve

Sit in the corner
these people have so many taps of water
Like these houses of fire and love
Equivalent angles
Equivalent apartments
Isosceles
Multi-colored display cases
Broken to the floor
Sterile loops
As a cure for sleep, a cure for sleep
Loneliness pissing at the open window
cure for sleep at the open window

You are my half-princess
And I am your fool Ivan
You are my fate, you are my eternal fear
And I - don’t sew a sleeve to your pussy

I am your Fedorino grief
You are my shield and mace
I am predisposed to hang on the fence
And do not know where the ass and where the head