I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like niece
To wash your swollen feet
Just don't leave, don't leave
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love wins
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave, don't leave
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile
(your crazy kitten smile...)
Just lonely, just lonely...
поцелуи твои крепче ямайского гашиша
а глаза темнее июльских ночей
может, я тебе не дороже карандаша
может, просто не понял ещё, кто из нас чей
ничего больше никто никому не должен
а в наушниках стонет Том: "true love waits.." - остальное не важно
на три четверти жить опасно! но к чертям осторожность
спроси у любого художника, так скажет каждый
ты шаманишь, забываешь красные свитера
а ключицы твои острее медных ключей
я хочу поцелуев крепче ямайского гашиша
я хочу твоих глах, и столь редких июльских ночей
I'll Drown My Beliefs
To Have You Be in Peace
I'LL Dress Like Niece
To Wash Your Swollen Feet
Just Don't Leave, Don't Leave
AND TRUE LOVE WAITS
In Haunted Attics.
And True Love Wins
ON LOLLIPOPS AND CRISPS
Just Don't Leave, Don't Leave
I'm not living
I'm Just Killing Time
Your Tiny Hands.
Your Crazy Kiss and Smile
(Your Crazy Kitten Smile ...)
Just Lonely, Just Lonely ...
Kisses Your stronger Jamaica Gashish
and eyes darker than July nights
Maybe I'm not more expensive to you pencil
Maybe just did not understand yet who of us whose
nothing more should anyone
And in the headphones moans Tom: "True Love Waits .." - the rest is not important
Three-quarters live dangerous! But for hell care
ask any artist, so say each
You shaman, forget the red sweaters
And the clavicle your sharper copper keys
I want kisses stronger than Jamaica hashish
I want your gland, and so rare July nights
