Текст песни Поэт без усов - Разъединят

I'll tell you in the ear: & quot; Otebis from me & quot ;, a cruel and evil,
Why are you looking at my words flying out of his mouth sewn with white thread?
What are looking for in me ideals which are not?
It's like a little girl of cheap fancy writes about himself in his diary,
I am writing in blood on the window your name ... fu ... all too sugary, too vanilla.
Utility bill is conditional, because a few days, being in the dark,
Dancing with myself and with you my union will only happen in a dream,
Although even in fairy tales we have, and would prefer to meet jaw brass knuckles,
What is your hand touches me, because, though invaluable appreciate every glance,
But the closer we get, the more likely we are disconnected.