Текст песни Пингвин тоже птица - Романс

We said almost with a whisper:
- You are dreaming?
- I yes, what?
That summer has grilled a pinch
My heart from pain squeezed.

I do not dream of happiness,
Only grief pushed thought
Rests in leave, indifferent,
And not withstanding - drops down.

Builds plans, they break away,
Shining the abyss one once
Dreams of thoughts pretend to
Large in the breast diamond.

And increasingly wounded with edges,
And increasingly - departure to you.
- You are dreaming?
- Sorry, I'm drunk.
Red cherry in your lips.