Текст песни 2 - Поклянись мне

Gleb

Sware of me that in the world that will remain after
I will not remember about me, will forget the name,
as foliage in November forgets to dinner,
As Gagarin, when they buried, forgot about space.

Swarve that you will throw eight albums with photos,
where I really dreamed of catch my successful perspective,
where I'm three and a half, and twenty, and this August,
Where in the Big Catcher I hide around the twist.

walk that you will give all my things to the shelters,
Even a fur coat and bras, all to the last clothes,
And you will not look for me in their gait.
And do not care that they will sell or even eat them.

Swarve that we put a huge flower leaf of lilies
Instead of marble slabs and painted black fence.
So that I never wanted to go back,
Sware what you will do everything to forget me.

© Copyright: Lena Bladik, 2011