Текст песни Butch - Яблоки

You do not even ripe apples
And you are so perfectly named
And his lips are red
It is clear that you have done them

She always cries after that
And then he always smokes
And there among them not a bit of falsehood
And only hits nudity

And you know how , losing support
Not knowing the words , even vaguely , and rarely
Pray for the light and the ghostly image
That person next to you ?

a song about it .....