Текст песни Ф. - Праздничная, сука...

And his lips are silent, do not call for a kiss! Em H7
All bluff and blossom of spring - the emptiness ... C G D
And still you I'm really jealous - Em H7
Until hasty breath sheet, C G D
From a kidney tree hath brought the world Am C
His impatience, its purity - G Hm
Did you knock on their scale libretto Am C
And a sense of twine me a mile away. G H7

I Wrong?
Maybe…
But I pretend
On-the-minute proximity thy
Instead of the sound of music in vain,
Skolznuvshih crawl - cute, adieu!
Sounds melted and frozen passes,
Under the cover of the clavier was Saint-Saëns,
Again you disagree with my opinion,
You do not want to perform a favorite song ...

Silent ...
What disturbed tired fingers!
Armpit to afford them ...
A weight on the windows,
And the stars at midnight scratch-wanderers,
And my jealousy is not the drinking to the dregs.
I do not know what's going on, I squeezed lemon,
I am a pilot, forever sunk into a "loop"
And you reject earthly laws,
I do not save a magical "love" ...