Текст песни Weasel - Чай с чабрецом

I am without mind
I am blowing the roof

With your appearance, my life has lost again .....
But this bitch is waiting for someone from us to cool down
When bearings are extended in our hubs

With my appearance you have even less rest ....
I just need a rhythm, movement and permanent kipish
You are deprived of calm if you just sleep

You do not have that mud that the girls are so popular
You know, you are good to me, sometimes even too
.....

I'm crazy about the smallest things that create you
I'm crazy about the eyes who look at me
I blow a roof, from a difference in your voice
I carry me from kisses more and above

higher and higher
higher and higher
higher and higher

I take me from kisses ... with you all higher and higher

.....
I can not talk to you - so you have a nice man
Especially on one: boiling water and tea with a chamber in a circle .....

The third hour of the night, the second, apartment on the fifth floor
In all the cozymnates, the light is muted, we sit in the kitchen .....

Light bulb at the exhaust burns, our faces slightly discard the shadow
What are our conversations with you, eh? Neither I nor you can answer
Often, after them I am fond of your lips
Often, in the process we are different, other love between us
We are silent, everyone is stroking the body ... each other on that endless bed