Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - Бром

cool you in my grip
bombs ticking at the temples
fingers remember the number
and the flowers flew to the floor
complete the picture - on the bolts
fixed the heart
broken blades of dreams
desecrated the bed - if mom dad knew
the guests are smiling - you are only twenty

bromine me a doctor
have pity on the city, it is full of legitimate husbands
deprived

cool you in my grip
since there are no nails, then there is no risk
reveal secrets at once

the calendar
does not fail how do you subtly know this factor
yes i will come tomorrow
just need to pass somehow
2 exams, but you don't even know the date
brazen to the limit
we wanted these things