Текст песни самый маленький человек - Свидание

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Words: Maxim Buduschev

I pick roses with my bare hands
leaving pieces of meat on the thorns
I have to give a bouquet earlier
than a man in a black cassock will come

was late everywhere everywhere
understand, accept, believe
I'll definitely be in time today
I will crawl to you as a wounded beast

like a dog
caresses the puppies who died of hunger
I will kiss
your silk face

my dry lips will crack
at the moment of contact with your
instead of liquids we will exchange colors
yours will turn red and mine will turn blue