Текст песни Mr. Humbert - 08.03.2009.9002.30.80

You're on posters , magazine pages , on the street, in the subway. Your house completely nonstandard .
Talia fell , the skin on the bones povisla.To spring, or it can you tired?

Thoughts dried up in the closet for the glass put the shutters will close . In the darkness until the next day
Sit in silence. To himself the eighth March congratulate . Waiting for you .

Here and now beside me on the bed , turn on the book about us
I sit and cry with some article , every second , making per hour.

Was gentle , unique , gentle. Gave sincere look in the morning.
Well and became ordinary bitch , though not the first , and such here and there.

In tomtoms bang my heart , infinite injustice echoing in tact.
And here , I think , and already the sun rises , every drop of dew in framing carat.

Would be happy to hug you all entirely , clasp your arms and legs ,
And if autumn leaf fall to you in the palm of my cruel ..