Текст песни pelimsky - july

I'm here. Left in the well of studios.
Love is usually without prelude,
Plan everything, or whatever happens -
still beating in the chest maybe.

More honest than a thousand of these judges,
December teaches people not to trust
Salt is measured by the first pound
Tolerant creates demand.

Piercing a march of asphalt dish
Tobacco stained in the face of a camel
The fire burns, but it burns purely
when everything goes downhill.

My White Marshal, my Bermuda,
we don’t care where, where-
Cape Verde and its escudos
not worth your hair.

I froze again in an attempt to escape
you're like dandy on childhood skin
you draw a goal that is more expensive than a means
several hundred cigarettes.

Let me remind you, Marshal, my freedom
put on a suit or just a robe
capable of only two meters of the coffin
and an even number of roses.

You just know, the simplest choice
in a format with a kind to "either-or"
as free as a fish in a vessel
Yes, just not the question

the issue is transparency of the water surface.
let's leave everything for God's sake
let for a year or even put on
bury your nose in your body.