Текст песни Mr.Humbert - Сердце

Rep (heart)

I read poetry and cry
Like a stepdaughter over a stove.
My heart is on fire
And already given to the wrong one.
Lieutenant looked around the ranks
From the collection of legs and eyes.
And I thought, going down, whether
Give an order for execution.
But the bodies fell in heaps
I looked them directly in the face.
And I suddenly became powerful
Not counting himself a scoundrel.
And in the morning when drunken wipers
Removed the remains with a broom,
Become an alcoholic again
My heart is not given to that.


Or am I not that one. In columns
Overgrows my dilapidated house.
The main thing is that your hands remember
The main thing is not to face the dirt.

Love as such did not appear twice
She is braver than she seems at first.
She is akin, perhaps, to predawn thirst,
Which I plan at night.
I accidentally miss when I wake up
Not for you, for days that are not there.
Probably will not, and shaving,
I'm going to meet the fly ...