Текст песни PashaPashtet - Шикарна

I can disassemble you for details
And no matter how much you gave me tears - nevertheless
I collected you in the grains and outlines
Broke a barrier
Digured ropes
In the end, it was not right

AND

Destroy the building that built painstaking
Do not go to our abode
And just pass by
And we could live
Not advancing
Half divide the trigger until killed

On the horizon of events
Where are your phrases be afraid about rocks and reefs
And at least I created you in the image, you are chic in it, but
Without watercolor and guashi there is an empty canvas

But

I know your tassels
I know that you will find the canvas and that decorate this hopeless world
After all, the paintings that I liked were only yours
And you are chic, but say
Why do you draw a labyrinth?

*****

Flow of ideas
And so many drawings in the head
I don't know what you
Picture now
And be bold
After all, the tool
Already in your hand
Hurry up
If there is no paper, then draw me

******

Yes

Time little
Yes, and you yourself walk so much that you will not reach the pedestrian
And your face will not be left on white marble
Or elite stone
After all, pick you back a little later promised

And I'm so devoted to you
That prayer told the sky
How do I manage to manage tips
I know by heart from life all your couplets
You are chic, but I figured out not in all moments

And anyway
Events with you
Even van Gog would not be able to describe
And breaking canvas
And for what, tell me, dear, do you get the knife?
I have red, not blue blood
But you will not understand

And you will threaten them by taking into the bedroom
But you will no longer submit me, closing from the inside
And you are chic, yes, but you are a chic chalava
The knife is no longer in your hands
So come on
Or.

*****

And if there is no ideas I will tell you
I will point to the right way
But the truth in the drawings will not find
And you yourself do not know what I spent paint
Not finding the right color, cutting out other people's fingers

And I ask you not too
Leave them alone
And then it is for you under the skin
I climb with a knife at the throat
I have not hurt me for a long time
But no longer submissive submissive
Your laws because
They were not written even in notebook

Now I am in your place
Now I am aggressor
Now I am writing songs
I myself as a result and I will not let go
Do not obey me and do not dance with me waltz

Yes

You are a chic lady
You are chic, though
But do not know
How many nerves spent on you
And benefit to you I hate this world
Nizhik is no longer in your hands
So come on
Or.