Текст песни Ольга Арефьева - Звали меня на пир

Thinking of the soul remain in the body,
If you do not want to fill these cones firs.
Thinking of you, I breathe hardly,
Turn the hearts of the world - and will be quieter!

They called me to the banquet - I was wearing a shroud,
They called me to die - I never was.
At the table with salad - angel with weights.
It seems to me - no, this is not a dream!

You make not believe their own hands,
Our conversation at the level of the body stuck.
You know pal, and I only know secam,
How to save face if the connection breaks?

I paint backlit verses of poets,
At parties geisha portrait of me hanging,
I Nabeul face and wear geta -
Everything will be exactly the same, and even the wine do not come to naught.

I stopped to watch your tail,
I caught the love, and love caught me.
Many outdoor birds fell on the wing,
Hair white wood Seda became the moon.

I'm surprised that my read poetry,
It seemed a long time should be the opposite.
My face on the back like a fish hee,
My face is the face generally do not understand.