Текст песни Запрещенные Барабанщики - Модная Любовь

Was it, or dream?
Everything is so strange happened
After you left, and not simply
At twenty-two seven zero.
Only in the early morning call
And they say that out of love,
And I whispered in response:
& Quot; Ludmila, my dear, why? & Quot;

You're so weird smile
And so beautifully dressed,
And so it's funny to wash,
And rub the cream into the skin.
And I gave you a daisy
And, blotting paper,
But you went to his Natasha,
Honey, why?

Why the city is spring,
Drunk, funny?
And forever deprived me of sleep
Browse your love.

The fatal passion of mine,
Browse your love,
Browse your love,
Not traditional.

You kept under the pillow
Photographs of friends,
And I think that that - toys,
And I do not understand at all.
Well, now the tone is melancholy,
As the flakes in a mug of beer,
Cause you broke all my life,
Honey, why?