Текст песни Пол Читает Смита - Стокгольм

City like a ghost - dark mouse,
On the traffic lights froze the car.
Headlights burn - no light, no heat
The police crushed lilac.
Sad in the cafe at the window we are heated -
In a dairy cocktail, I will make a cotton and matte.

In the morning at the hotel in the center of Stockholm
It's so cold that the wine sweeps.
Silhouettes of houses, trolls on roofing,
Old "Volvo" - a silent movie ......

Aesthetic species - for suicide!
It's time to think and remember the insults,
Bitterness and bile, and adult games,
Remember how as a child read Astrid Lindgren.
Recall that in life less copper, more and more patina -
Fatigue lies at the bottom of the Mariana Wpadin.

I would like a new Piero, but Belila was lost.
I promise to call, you did not call.
I hear the script of the floor and the second arrow,
From the position of the lived years, everything seems small.
And all you say, will sound like an old radio,
That your life is broken and me stolen.