Текст песни найтивыход - hoegaarden

you just remember drunk sex under hugarden,
and wines from Italy, quotes from statuses;
I hate this pendulum, and to hell with the world,
because all the heat is in us! ..
the surface of water channels or television on the night;
the red light in the bathroom, the houses are de-energized,
pain,
sticky hands, neighbors screaming and knocking on walls,
You wanted to go to Paris this fall.
and fleeting glances, it’s a pity that relatives are not nearby,
carries us under hugarden into the sky
old foals tracks,
Brodsky on the benches
in the park,
and waltz under the hoogarden
in the streets.
even the matches are wet, fuck
in my dirty bag
wine with cigarettes in the bluer.
it’s very cold in the rain
don't warm each other
just let my body go in a circle
whore.

you just remember evening under hugarden,
sunset and hugs
but I don’t like the fact
that we will no longer be family,
and there are no more those mercies of the tubes.
it hurts my head, I'm under the pentalgin
trying to say something important but
I finish hoogarden and a look at parting
I throw as a point in our epilogue.
red threads of the background stared at the horizon,
you cried scum in the last rays of the sun;
I counted the minutes, I remember, I used to live alone with you,
those relationships with the smell of incense.
Now I don’t remember you.
drinking pills with hugarden.