Текст песни Grav - Песня о любви

Five pity droplets are quiet under the table,
And when to tell us about what will happen then?
Already sick of the smell of Vanilla, he stifles me
Sick in the morning, and in the evening we drank fountain from the fire.

Not the first time, but I am increasingly surprised you
Not for the first time silence and put the pocket again.
In your pocket: malice, tray, gallows, sanitary
Bomber, lived days their own strangers, funny nightmares.

Without an explanation, put up for the door, cool ...
And minus thirty, minus twenty, and it is so nice.
I proper two floors in this old riming jacket,
All alleys are waiting for me, if so - I will get sick in the booth.

Run trams here and there, the old women stick out from all sides.
Bohet dogs from all legs on my boom package.
Go crazy? Hope for a miracle? Nastya
Open windows. High, I think it's not entirely scary.

Not the first time I am increasingly surprised you
Not the first time I climb head into the trap.
And day and night will not get the most extraordinary second,
Which is enough for without mushrooms to reach the bottom tundra.

When to tell us about what will happen then?
When to return to the old abandoned house?
When and die at all? No one will give such advice ...
Of the pity droplets, to listen to nonsense.