Текст песни Дерево Band - Беатриче

Beatrice
This is not trouble. Wait, not Noah.
I start to live. Stay here.
This is not a war to stand with a wall.
Fabulously lucky
What money put money in a secret pocket.
This is not love, I say as it is.
This is Babylon, this is self-deception.

Chorus:
Calmly! My Beatrice does not hurt.
And moving the tentacles of the sun
In reflection of glasses of houses.
So hurt! But my Beatrice is calm.
Her white tender fingers
Like spikes of poisonous colors.

It is not easy. Do not envy me.
On the radio waves a surpassed Tsoi.
You left for a long time, you went home,
You forgot your ring in the bathroom.
And black spring after nuclear winters.
This is not love, combat draw.
This is nonsense, everything. Kiss. We sleep.
Mocks not gives
People have a unwinding forbidden fruit.
That I am not my fault.
What is on the table, not my wine.