Текст песни Данила Дунаев - Парфюмер.История одного убийцы..

Of the Maritime Alps , just north of Mougins ,
Where life is slightly delayed and even a little blissful
On proschadi outpost du Cours in Grass
Must be taken into my punishment among the masses .
Venerable Grassky court insisted kill me
Twelve blows to my knuckles
Rod tetrahedral smelling iron,
Kuznetsk sooty fumes and press.
By five o'clock in the square for executions are done.
Platform and cross back in the sawdust of pine boards ,
Places stood out resin as fresh then .
Tens of thousands of eyes looking at the center of the scaffold .
And here enters the square ringing my motorcade .
Chief of Police at the front , happy , clean and fresh.
His spirits are streaming through the window of the carriage .
I would compare them with the song , but obviously not finish singing .

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Among the crowd , in the places that are occupied for the nobility ,
There are twenty-five fathers who have decided so out of place ,
Be the daughters without proper attention .
In those moments , like flowers plucked them myself.
The basis of the skull hit the blunt and ugly - booming
I can get rid of the stench of death flour.
And exactly six hours in his large bag
I took away their holy spirit through the dark alleys .
And superstition enveloped the local neighborhood ,
And begged God to clean up in the area.
And the horror of human dense fog
Playfully owned and old and small .
Now, however, I was caught , or rather surrendered himself ,
In order to give all honor special spirits.
Teshas smelling hard and angry faces ,
Leads me to the head penalty Grasskoy police.

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I took out a handkerchief with the spirits , if a gentleman,
And sends them to a flight movement .
Face changed for a thousand thousand ,
And they froze question : & quot; My boy , and you're someone ? & Quot;
& quot; Killer ? & quot; - & Quot; Out ! Most Angel clean ! & Quot ;,
Such suddenly vanished in the crowd wild thoughts .
And now I feel an instant triumph and joy,
But soon the triumph of a single drop left.
I remembered those slums , they do not come up with a lower
At the bottom of that nightmare can not be called Paris,
Fishing under a bench on the ground I mother was thrown .
In the name of the orphanage gave me this , that is easier.
Let the lean and ugly, but the appearance of my false,
I have a unique parasite under this dark skin .
And one of you is endowed with a significant difference :
My difference - impersonality ... I do not smell anything !
But the most subtle and all-powerful smell in the world ,
The smell of love and awe is now available to me!
It has two dozen -odd innocent souls of girls
Around one soul - clean! Indecent!
And in the center , exudes a holy grace ,
By becoming me - the owner of it, get over you .
But here I am , so what? I see only convulsions.
You brought to seizures Love emulsion .
And I remained thin and pale ghost.
None of you remembered my special features .
My almost transparent and inconspicuous appearance.
And personally, I do not deserve a single drop of your tenderness.
Well, so be it , for tomorrow I'm gone ,
And my labor went terribly useless waste .
But gradually disintegrated to particles of dust ,
I remember the flavor that you like:

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Three drops of essential oils
The colors of orange,
Pinch of bergamot,
Pinch of rosemary
Jasmine little
Steraksa balm
Lemon, clove, rose.
In oil, twenty grams.
The mixture was dissolved
Help ethyl alcohol .
And then let Minute
Closed stand up ...
Perfume ready.
Here's a piece of cotton .
For you are - a masterpiece ,
For me, so - gruff ...