Текст песни Трофим - Салонный романс

They say that in love stories
Forewords are akin to bragging.
So I suggested from theory
Go, so to speak, to nature

Electricity passed between us
And the libido leapt slyly - but
Who knew that in a distant girlhood
You threw a cannonball at a distance.

Oh, what a joke you are, really:
All you have to do, pamper him.
How you broke the tabletop with me,
How they destroyed my bed.

Your caresses like a hydraulic press,
They broke my seventh rib - but
Who knew that in a distant girlhood
You threw a cannonball at a distance.

Solo.

And when you decided on the main thing
And tore off the last veil
I managed to slip under the sofas
And he leapt out the window without panties.

How sad that the cult of the rude personality
Nowadays, good wins ... - yes,
Who knew that in a distant girlhood
You threw a core at a distance