Текст песни с лошадками - на прекрасной коричневой кофте

Global plans or global warming,
Who stirs, still be home for dinner.
I'll give it to you the same scented soap
and together we zatknёm their throats all those who need it.

Lathered neck, rope and hand, elbow-deep in mud.
Or close each other's eyes and now together
nobody note exactly, and one does not threaten us.
All is well? Good. This yours. Let's go to.

Leave beyond the threshold, and even under the rug of deja vu
the. I will buy a pink diary and write down in it
what I experience does not mean that survive
and the fact that I do not remember anyone else was close.

The company has not knit brooms. Company knits wreath
horses with the beautiful brown jacket.
Here's a knife, and if you want to - come. Plug.
I have loved you, but still not sure who you are.