Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - Пристрели меня

Elbows are rimmed, cross from a patch
Someone will give us a kind money, and I
I'm afraid to catch a car again
Drunk looking brushfully
Pebbles in the shoe covered
And you are not a man, and I'm not a man
Fur in the windows population
Lisen the night on the neck of Vienna
And you stand and breathe in the back
And the material I am heard a little
Well, shoot me

I was not afraid
And then matured
All courage flew away

Glooms of thermoses, cards are intense
Linden relief both picked
Happiness from the bright merged
She began to be content with small
Hands are stolen, lazy
No longer silent - sad
Some new film seems like
Openwork linen is more expensive
Do not be afraid, you hear, everything is great!
And just as will be with the new
Try, find out

I was not afraid
And then matured
All courage flew away