Текст песни Neonavt - Три недели сна в икее

I'm the star of my kitchen
I am making breakfast.
You sit opposite
You study my scent.
The poison is poured in glasses
It contains your reflection
And drawing the curtains
I'm going to get closer.

I didn't keep my personal rating
Thought it was just petting.
Come to naught and get lost without a chance.
You can do through force
Local anesthesia
But it's better to spend in bed
Three weeks of sleep in Ikea.

You're almost on the edge
You are on the verge of bliss.
You're losing control
You jump off the spot.
We got off the floor
The secret door was broken open.
We crossed the border
And we were not caught.

I didn't keep my personal rating
Thought it was just petting.
Come to naught and get lost without a chance.
You can do through force
Local anesthesia
But it's better to spend in bed
Three weeks of sleep in Ikea