Текст песни Современная почта - Отпечатки

Fingerprints are lying
mirrors my hallway.
And your and those here
I was in the last month too.

I forbade servants
Wipe traces everywhere,
I do not want to erase your work,
as strangers. So I will

collect
lip lipstick on glasses.
"Master, we will clean up?
Clean does not become so. "

 "We will, we will certainly.
Only you know, here, take
and buy more dishes,
to last until spring. "

Cton bed salt sharp,
A Flat passion scream.
A lone spectator plays
behind the window-old oak

also waiting for spring like,
publishing weeping creak,
will be new dishes
with traces of lip-stuck.

With traces of fingerprints
dimmed mirrors,
it is not necessary to take the gloves
since that has led to jealousy.

Let think: leprosy
in this house, a lot of drinking,
and crystal in different lipstick
let see and run.

Doors slammed in the stairwell.
From me or to me?
Death? Random bride?
Maybe you? Of course not.

Prints of fingers
in the mirror is not overlooked,
And your and other ...
What ... so come bask ..