Текст песни 2 ili 3 veschi - bonjour tristesse

all this time I was writing and erasing
kept you from tirades heroes Theatre
built on the ruins of
that the dreams we called
from different parts of the suite
shout to each other: & quot; Who is to blame? & quot;
Only you and echo echoes: & quot; viva! & quot;
and I'm sad to say would be happy yet
but like Eluard, she enclosed in a square ceiling
Fahrenheit thirty-two
but the city will not melt in mind, once again?
? my hidden past, a number of lines in the sweep
buildings, objects
until I figure jogging
Harry Engstrome
I leave the city N, strange
feeling like
swallow the lump in her throat, I'm not right in the bud, but
I was just holding this monologue, and then
nedochitanny Thomas Mann
and? self-deception
on my shelf Fargo, Flaubert and & quot; Combray & quot; Proust
Farewell, sadness
and Bonjour Tristesse