Текст песни Ирина Билык - По понедельникам

On Mondays, Alice silently crying
And drink on a warm kitchen bitter tea.
She really strange Hatter appoint a tryst,
Cheshire smiles no chance.

Alice just somehow matured quickly,
Ink finish the chapter.
Gray hair and plump body,
Not waiting for her wonderful country.

On Mondays and Wendy's so sad,
What draws come, open the window.
But in London, cheese again, all day raining.
Not too long ago, Peter arrives.

Will go to the two ladies from the shelf a book of fairy tales
And razolyut bitter tea cups.
Utrut tear and dreaming about Mige,
What was my childhood ... They do not bother.

And somewhere out there, far away, perhaps in Wonderland,
Alice in a new burrow flies.
And Peter with a new star Wendy vertical
Over Nebylyandiey their circles.

On Mondays, Alice silently crying
Brewing bitter tea in china.
Finish her head, and that means
To terminate the contract at issue to childhood.