Текст песни Фиеста фэмили - Алиса В Стране Чудес

In wonderland where there are no fairies, there is a criminal code
where there are no gods, everything depends entirely on us

do not go
to this wonderland

Will kill

In wonderland where there are no fairies, there is a criminal code
Where there are no maps, and somewhere the compass is lost

do not go
to this wonderland

Will kill

INTRODUCTION:

Raised. trained lady.
Leaving the parental home. I was looking for ways
threads, new - faces, smells, tastes
Luxurious doll in a fox fur collar.
but
that doll from the chest of good traditions fell out
Manners and governesses as if was not
Where's she? Lost and left alone
Where's she? So choked a meter to the bottom.
Where's she? not the seventh heaven, in the middle of sleep
white. Last two months whistle spaces
done. The decision was made bold.
One goes to the city of emerald she.

The main part (first):

First night
She drank a lot of very
Champagne dose exceeded twice exactly
Another glass and a point ...
Half is half.
In the morning I woke up there ...
Drooling down the table.

Night number two
In the bar
start small
Somewhere I got nonsense.
The burden. Fog. put in.
Sneaked into the laughter. Top liter of cocktails
But lucky, some type dragged her to bed.

Night number three
party with a new friend in the apartment
Rum. Smoke. Coke.
Sapphire pupils ...
Sex. Coke again.
restored forces.
Limits are sealed.
Non-stop.

A month has passed
She is in the company of peers
They blow numba one for 24 hours.
Pus between the eyelashes.
Recount
can
stairs
The next station -
piiizdets.

she fell in love. Strong. Every night again.
She pierced with a sharp look people. She didn't care.
Smoothly and imperceptibly
somehow
the main thing
I hit the blue screens, with someone flew into the cannes ...

In the clubs they let her as their own
Round
She didn’t understand it.
turning into a whore
and sometimes ... being drunk
closer to the morning
she called mother
and
hung up.

Second part:

She was on a diet
from powder and whiskey
she did not know
what
loved ones
her sea was knee-deep
barriers are low
did not notice how
days clamped
under the press
and passed weekdays of princesses (s)
i witnessed
how regression developed
showed interest in her
bastards with lava
she was intoxicated with thoughts about
possible glory

she was spinning
like someone's doll on a carousel
she walked
while parents are saddling
fell asleep
in smoke clubs in cool hotels
and life was seething
but somehow passed the target

years have passed
did she change her mind? xxx
What are you…
tried to earn loot
Drove from work
From acid
The skin has become like a sponge
And at night she called mom
I hung up the phone.