Текст песни Резервация здесь - Ева

Hills - priests, emeralds - mothers scattered life around the world

Spring scattered across the sky

Someone's passed the line, someone else's passed the line, and she stitched me through

Oh, yes I asked for it

Under the rib, which is not,

Which Eve is made of.

With a brown-eyed bitch and a Russian granary

They kill themselves without loving

Hello damn Montferand ...

Bitter drops of a teardrop, bitter drops of a teardrop

Burning right through me.

Oh. Burning through me

Under the rib that is not

Which Eve is made of.

Doubts tormented: I so wanted the sun,

I wanted so much

Yes, beloved girl

And she's a naughty, oh, she's a naughty

Poked me with a knife

Oh, poked me with a knife

Under the rib that is not

Eve is made of