Текст песни Елена Никитаева - Мари

Listen, Marie!
I was like everyone else
But I didn't become like you.

Wait, don't shout
I went to the reserve
Not sparing the head.

You hardly understand -
Comprehension of secrets
Requires sacrifice.

The further you go
The more terrible the dreams -
Torn nerve.

Shut up, listen!
Dry land is burning below us!
Everything will be much better
Move your hand!
Shut up - listen!
Dry land is burning underfoot!
Everything will be much better
When the whiskey hits the temple ...

Splattered with wine
Your white apron.
The hand trembles.

You know Marie
My god is not like
For a fool.

Such a fate -
Of all
The roulette of the fallen destinies.

I'm very rude
And the one who is with me
Probably rude!

Shut up, listen!
Dry land is burning below us!
Everything will be much better
Move your hand!
Shut up - listen!
Dry land is burning underfoot!
Everything will be much better
When the whiskey hits the temple ...

One more chance,
And if you don't sing -
So die.

Scream madly
About what to love
Impossible to be able

Shut up, listen!
Dry land is burning below us!
Everything will be much better
Move your hand!
Shut up - listen!
Dry land is burning underfoot!
Everything will be much better
When the whiskey hits the temple ...

Listen, Marie!