Текст песни Башня Rowan - Чарльстон

For which day in a row
A bummer over the house -
My great love
Stands in shorts in front of the window
And I'm lying on the bed
Like carrion in the snow
And gradually I understand
What is "I can not".

Back up me with wine
refresh me with an apple,
for I am
I am exhausted from love.

I will fly as a bird, whistle with cancer,
I'll pay like a crocodile:
There, by the window, there is an oracle -
He was particularly tired.
It won't scare me now
Not a single attack:
My favorite hyena
Opened a fiery mouth.

Give me a fire extinguisher
or the cloud is impressive
send precipitation
on me,
for I am
I am exhausted from love.

A love like a dream
Flowing into a nightmare -
He is obviously one of those
Who rushes a samovar to Toulouse,
He's as brazen as a child
He will never understand
That won't work me
Pe-re-program-gram-ro-vat.

Refresh me with hyssop
dill,
feed thyme
or more,
for I am
I am exhausted from love.

My great love
Stands and smokes by the window.
He's three hours of holes-holes my brain
And honestly vydyr-holes to the bottom.
What is extreme for another,
For him it is a healthy sport.
From the virtual Kama Sutra
Metaphysical abortion.

Feed me glycine
strychnine,
call the orderlies, for I -
I am exhausted, I cannot.

Don't wake me up
at dawn,
under the pine tree
green,
put,

for I am
I am exhausted from love.