Текст песни Голландский Штурвал - Марс

After uneven truce
You carefully weigh the pros and cons
You choose a whimsical view
What gets you more than a war

Pushkin Park. It's getting dark
It looks complicated, stranger.
You said in mock apology
What do you want to be with him.

It's disgusting and sad. I do not want to believe
He was tempted, indifferent male
Or simply an attempt to cause aggression
How small sadism as merry death

To achieve that, who stuffed his worth
Participate in predatory fuss
Your small chill. Trembling knees
Or revenge or lust or anger.

Venus selects the god of war
I admire true strength
And ignited with a calm smile
The house where she loved

Cause to hope, wait for orders
In the forests of loneliness, pain and sadness
She did not look back
The pride of her sixth sense.

Now propose to remain friends
(I still want to give you the strength)
To paint the eyes, keep your back straight
To achieve it, remaining a favorite

Your lips savor name Serge
Ahead on your back two steps.
Flowers, wire, bird, passers-by.
Orange jacket.

Gray asphalt
Venus comes to the war god
For the sake of subordination of imagination
Lack of tricks, gestures of love
Only steps to defeat

Kindness is never synonymous with love
Women have different priorities
They need to be close to good animal
Morality is unnatural

I was looking for incriminating words
But getting sympathy phrases
Maybe to get you back
Perhaps because of cowardice

The smell of puddles.
The whistle of the railroad
Your gait and make a stranger
The sun comes in blood
Dropping in shades of gray.