Текст песни .клюква в сахаре. - .тату-мастер кирюша.

His sneakers became shiny dust
The old garden breathes languidly outside the windows.
Poorten kings, pencil gods
Put their pale legs under the needle.

Its air is drenched in leather paint
And from the walls, the drawings look at the passers-by.
The sound of the tattoo machine makes you scream:
"I was glad to see you, come back again!"

He became dear to me in such a short moment.
This song is history and monument.
He brought happiness and vanguard into the life of an eccentric,
And inside the pale pink March bloomed again.

You meet "thank you" everywhere, "for luck" -
These are the marks of his red thread from the wrist.
Blue flowers blossomed on the branches
And the houses with foliage on the doors yearn.

Tattoo artist Kiryusha is a marker friend.
He is a creator and artist. And, if suddenly,
My mother will drive me out of the house,
Cyril will wait for me faithfully.

He became dear to me in such a short moment.
This song is history and monument.
He brought happiness and vanguard into the life of an eccentric,
And inside the pale pink March bloomed again.