Текст песни Дарья Мазина - О штамповом смысле

{About the stamp sense}

"Listen to me carefully."
I've decided to talk to you about the cliche meaning, so much so that cliche pictures do not come to your head.

I saw him weighed down with a suit and her fluffy dress filled with a white veil. Straight out the door. How much life tension was in him that he carried her under the rice beads to the most stamped white limousine in the world. Loaded. Loaded. Now for several years, decades.

Their family life has begun, can you imagine, and they go to a restaurant, where it will be bitter for another couple of hours. Do you already see their facial and cheekbones killed by overexertion? How do they take off all this costume husk at night?

Promise me, if we decide to leave these doors, you will carry me to the airport. Promise that we will do without rice for good luck, but with happiness we will run 10 thousand meters vertically upward and the same way somewhere to the east. Promise that by showing the border guards my passport with my maiden name, I will still feel stolen rather than legal.

And so, we are already sitting on the balcony three days later, burnt, looking into the oceans, silent and easily harmonious. On the tongue it tastes salty, coastal, because you love to swim, I love to kiss. In these oceans we will dissolve for another day, another, another evening, the next night.

Returning, at the very border, we will chastely follow lines that should never be crossed, we will keep the distance, playing strangers who have one suitcase for two.

My maiden will pass the last stamp.
You will remain a great ocean for me.

Listen to me carefully.
It was about a cliche sense, so much so that cliche pictures did not come to mind.
Daria Mazina