Текст песни Сплин - Я умираю со скуки

I turned off the phone, set an alarm for 8
I explained to you where the shower hid in the apartment.
Your salty tears, sour mines, stuffy speeches ...
I die of boredom when someone heals me.

You are good, like a pattern in rectangular paper,
Evergreen flower and powder in the mirrors.
You are so good! .. Long fingers, narrow
jeans, neck and shoulders ...
I die of boredom when someone heals me ...

Guess the tarot cards and what is left of coffee,
Do not pierce my head with my gaze
attentive eyes.
Your salty tears, sour mines, stuffy speeches ...
All this nonsense!
I die of boredom when someone heals me.