Текст песни Сплин - Я умираю от скуки, когда меня кто-то лечит

I hung up, started on 8 Service
I explained to you where the apartment hid shower
Your salty tears, acidic mine, stifling
speech ...
I'm dying of boredom when I have someone treats

You're good as a pattern in a rectangular paper
Evergreen flower and powder in the mirror
You're so good! .. Long fingers, narrow
jeans, neck and shoulders ...
I'm dying of boredom when I have someone treats

Fortune telling with the Tarot cards, and what was left of the coffee
Do not make a hole in my head off eye
watchful eyes
Your salty tears, acidic mine, stifling
speeches
All this nonsense!
I'm dying of boredom when I have someone treats