Текст песни Катерина Голицина - Духи с ароматом азона

A poem in a notebook - and for the torn area
Give me a perfume with the scent of ozone
To the sea and gulls, and can not see the land
And my prints you take a souvenir
Sail on the wave of the fault of flavor
And what you do not believe me - I'm the one to blame
I myself have not had time to spit on the shoulder
And only a personal matter - it's just my
Bring a breeze, as the last gift
Dust taiga roads, hoarse barking of sheep dogs
Bell ringing memorial motif
There is no other reason I do not go to the races
Let me the sins of the past years
Give me a perfume with the scent of freedom
With crumb of black bread and water, rain
To lost the trail, this bitch convoy
Where severe sentence, which is not a cabin boy on a mast,
And the tower shooter - you got me Fool
With the scent of expensive perfume ozone
There is no law, so as not to get crazy