Текст песни Юлия Ройтман - Приход по мозгам высоковольтных разрядов...

You tell me about this spring
Under a weeping violin,
Under our breaths are not equal.
Or in an empty and silent silence,
And to hell with a smile,
Cause my bad ...
With coffee in hand to cool whisper
In my ear words
Or loud notes.
You are my love do not scream, do not scream.
Do not stand it, my head,
No, it will not sustain you ...
Say, you know how crazy?
With nakurke in the stairwell,
Under feykovy laughter.
Again, I get this thrill one
Under a furious wind,
Your Crook roar.
And then, carefree gentle stream views
Sheds in the heart,
And drowns sorrow.
The arrival on the brain discharges vyokovoltnyh
Breaking again
And to hell with morality.
This spring, I have no longer needed
And let me tell lies,
And let all be condemned.
And let my voice again cold.
And let me die.
And let all be forgotten ...