Текст песни Поэт без усов - Разъединят

I'll tell you in the ear: & quot; Otebis me & quot ;, a cruel and evil,
Why are you looking at my words flying out of his mouth sewn with white thread?
What ideals are looking for me, which are not?
Like a little girl of cheap fantasy writes about himself in the diary,
I am writing in blood on the window of your name ... fu ... all too sugary, too vanilla.
Utility bill is conditional, because a few days, being in the dark,
Dancing with myself and my oneness with you will only happen in a dream,
Though even in fairy tales we have, and prefer jaw found brass knuckles,
What is your hand touches me, because, though invaluable appreciate every glance,
But the closer we get, the more likely we are disconnected.