Текст песни Hans Zivers - Диссертация

You color your eyes
In his blue dressing table
And in the white mirrors
You laugh, wine.

Luxury Ford awaits you
A gorgeous thief awaits you
A distant fort awaits you
And the sweet word "Nord"

The mock sick peacock
Evil spreads its tail
And pink cocaine
It tickles my nose nicely

Vintage text awaits you
A cupcake awaits you
Magic sex awaits you
With a shepherd named Rex

In your diamond necklace
Sad orchids sleep
And a pink chevalier
Splashing into a glass of wine.

Your veil is waiting for you
Ta ville natale is waiting for you
The Holy Grail is waiting for you
At the Paulette Duval.