Текст песни Рина Морана - А без тебя я перебираю книги...

And without you, I go through books,
More precisely ... I look at the roots,
Like some kind of secret knowledge,
which may not be in nature.

Brown, Scarlet, Blue
With thin letters and thick.
We laugh at me, or what?

And without you, I go through books.
Heat the kettle,
brewing big, puzzled,
I would be waiting for someone.

Large sheet black
With the leaves of the chasty and
Ginger, of course.

And without you, I go through books.
I drink deliberately slowly
Biting buns and cheesecake,
Everything is bought not one.

Cream cheese, maple syrup,
Crispy crust.
The taste that could be sweetered if ...

And without you, I go through books.
Important cases are busy, not otherwise.
White leaf to the right, white sheet-removed.
Write something! Urgently!

The fingers are knocking on the keyboard,
Soothing, irritating?
Maybe more tea?

And without you, I go through books.
Where, damn it, do you go?
On the table croissan and cake for you.
Yes, and slippers were waiting.

The room smells like swords, cleaning, roses,
And, God forbid, anxiety.

And without you, I go through books.

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