Текст песни ричард пейсмейкер - лечиться хотел

To be treated like - too late:
Propane and a cough and runny nose.
Puppy call Bismarck
Champagne zalyu asters,
To close the path to madness
In January the dry noon.
 

On snow fur-trees have matured.
Let's go shoot them down at night?
So inexplicably cute
Look at your feet,
What if you look past,
It loses its sense of vision.

 
You must be gotten better,
This I do not remember you,
I would not know exactly, but too late.
And if you press the palm of your hand
To my eyes, and removing, the stars
Take a look - they like chandeliers.

 
All lines mixed - the good,
With the same success can be
Shoelaces confused.
No sleep. In the recesses of the brain
All you; and, counting the minutes,
I knock in the morning only ...