Текст песни Whining сhild - твоих родных глаз.

in a dream, we laugh in Paris and a lot of smoke
I close my eyes to remember your joyous laughter
tell me how to smell the flowers that we have broken
Tell me why I was crying when I look at the light for a long time.
You drew me in his arms with black handles
you're writing in a notebook about how you need me
but all the pictures were erased, I too frequently wash their hands,
and all the flowers trampled in the endless grayness puddles.
I ran after you all these days and all the nights
I was waiting for you every morning, like a silly and faithful dog
before going to bed, I came up with rhymes to your name
not to think about that another day
nothing
not brought.
you're too good, but at the same time I hate you
if not for your beauty, I would cut a cross on your face
You looked into the soul, you sunk into it and went
I mentally curse the day when I went to your entrance.
you never looked into my eyes really
You never tried to fix something or I delay
all that I have done for you forgotten, erased from memory
but all that did not make your hands shake.
I do not understand you, even after all this time,
I do not look at you, even after all these pompous phrases
can you say anything about me,
but you do not understand,
I no longer see
your family
eye.