Текст песни Ес Соя и David Arthur Brown - Выше поэзии

I will be trivial, it is not new,
pencil praying here.
you deserve the very best poems
and I will write them.

about dancing dust
Sunday was given,
about who we were,
about who we become

some of our windows will look,
as a gentle cat is scratching claws.
about our souls at the top of the pyramid,
This is why they built the Egyptians.

write about you
it is akin to a flea Breastfeeding

I think that in the past
you were the queen of magnesia

and if your lips - not the best in the world of poetry,
they are simply higher poetry.

you smell
svezhepostavlenoy spruce
and in no way dilute Cointreau

my words are at odds with the purpose,
although usually get so aptly
and it seems to me that kiss you
my mouth forever be sirens.

and when you go on the subway
familiar blue line
It becomes a lilac.