Текст песни расьомон і ско - царапает

how I loved you then as a summer strawberries
We ate in the kitchen, and you and I Licked
embarrassed to tell you, "even if you become one morning
in a huge beetle and even then I would
not out of love, and you would wear your milk in a saucer and be swept in your room and apples to hide "but most
apple stuck in his throat but all I did
It was disgusting and a giant insect from each of your exhalation
He flew around the kitchen orange pollen
and settled on my wings

I could not pick them up nice, I could not
I apologized and you did not guess why

where are all my feebleness where are all my personal best wings
after me did not happen
All these feelings are now
like distant relatives of the dead and mourn for decency need to come to the funeral and then stand idly
look at the dirt clods, and unless the handle of an apple
scratches inside the throat