Текст песни Пицца - Она

I gave her gifts
I walked with her in the park,
But why is it so hot I loved my rebel
I took her to places
I have not seen her in dreams,
But the resurrection as Monday if its not around in bed
I did not write her poetry and music
That's the first thing I was able to
But it is clouding like smog me from head to toe
Now she is - that's me, I feel
And between us, the current wave rampage
And let the storm - winds blow let
Our comfort they do not reach

Tolley in hysterics, whether in delirium
The thought of her singing voice in me Erykah Badu
In any door I will come, and which will remain closed while the palette will open
The thought of her as a thaw chocolate bar
The same sweet
The same sticky
Looking furtively, somewhere deep inside of me
Now I am - this is it, and it is - it's me
Not yet broken strings, I do not stop singing about it
But sooner or later I will strangle the poor as not finished his cigarette down to the filter
It's too lively sense
I've been lost in the dark corners
Entangled in the streams of gray machines
But even the craziest dreams were much clearer than in the labyrinths of her soul