Текст песни Mr. Humbert - 08.03.

You are on posters, magazine pages
on the street, in the subway. You were not at home at all.
The waist sank, the skin on the bones sagged.
Is it spring, or are you tired?

Thoughts have dried up, I'll put them in the cupboard behind the glass,
I'll close the shutters. In the dark until the next day
I will sit in silence. I congratulate myself on the eighth of March.
Waiting for you

Here and now next to me on the bed
On the spread of a book about us.
I sit and cry for some reason
Every second, turning into an hour.

She was affectionate, unique, gentle.
She gave a sincere look in the morning.
Well, she became an ordinary bitch,
Not the first, moreover, such here and there.

My heart is drumming on tom-toms,
Endless injustice echoing to the beat.
But, it seems, the sun is already rising,
Turning every drop of dew into a carat.

I would be glad to hug you whole,
To clasp your shoulders and legs
And if autumn, fall a leaf
To your palm, my cruel