Текст песни Игорь Бурмистров - Тянут, тянут

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Pull, pull
They're being pulled
All the flowers wither
Before they are able to solve the problem
Like his head against the wall
Or cut a vein
Oh, if it did not hurry that morning
Be a great and wise
In the wilds of the Kama Sutra
So easy to get lost when you're young
And at the heart of - hunger
But no - no reason
And there is no excuse why? After all, love
But you cut the rope
And a ruin
And her . But is it only the one who first
That all women - bitches
Look out to nerves
In the end, ever happen again
At the door knocking
Cat il Wolf
Again swallow carousel desires
misunderstandings
Meetings and partings
Essence of Love is . without pain
No Love without blood
So do not frown eyebrows
Coming up with angry words - needles
You are thin and splitting
Only there is no sense
In kinked space of Love. wounded animal
Boom - boomerangs
Ochertevshy Angel
The law of reflection woes fraught
No ÿ
A small fee
Or just to forgive , but
Pull, pull
They're being pulled
All the flowers wither
heaven tired
Fall - not rise

25/03/96