Текст песни Вера Полозкова - Строки стынут кровоподтёками

Words - Vera Polozkova
Music - Elena Ishtar

Strings get cool kropodtekami
On the lips that fire seared.
People, hiding his eyes behind glasses,
Stress I did not listen.
Evil, honest indifference -
Feature on them my tantrums? ..
They would be more decent car
Without metaphors and esoteric,
They are in love with dumplings with ketchup
What words of my air?
I understand it's eternal
Ironic indifference!
They breathe smoke and gossip
These bottles beer foam,
What are they, I, seventeen
Mnogoumnaya preacher? ..
They look a little gloating,
Paternal wryly:
& Quot; Grow up first, my passionate,
Tea and we had a helluva lot passionate! & Quot;
I break them representation -
Their little girl debilnolitsye
Do not tremble on the new Pelevin,
A night flirt with the police.
I bet I do to become the best
Paints a way that - not faded,
But ... You're not listening to me, too,
Phlegmatic blikuya glasses ...