Текст песни Zаповедник - Диван Эдем

Music: Michael Korepov
Text: Pavel Soldatov

She sat on the couch,
As in the paintings of Modigliani.
Searched thin arms
Backpack and book Murakami.
Her eyes are like text
They danced letters lines.
She did not want just sex,
Which cuts the line point.

I took marijuana
From the book vzbuhshey Castaneda
And he gave fire from jeans pocket,
And smoky gossamer foam
I draw Cocoon Facial,
Big - bit at the temples, dancing veins.
I told her the whole red curl,
It tickles me to the heart wall.

I stood up, no longer able to so
Keep your ears phonemes happiness.
Included Chopin, I stepped
Sofa - Eden became full of passion.
The next morning I woke up one
Eden disappeared and perfection
I'm cold rags wrapped
I forgot your childhood and remembered.

I took marijuana
From the book vzbuhshey Castaneda
And he gave fire from jeans pocket,
And smoky gossamer foam
I draw Cocoon Facial,
Big - bit at the temples, dancing veins.
I told her the whole red curl,
He told me Richt heart wall.