Текст песни алеся para-mi - пусты

June with cotton in the crook of the elbow and lips the color of ashtrays
Ambulances rings on stooping bridges
Poured into the veins of the broken girl's convulsions droppers
Blue sky spots. I will remember you and will not give it.
Wrinkled sheets of letters on the dusty, empty screen
My June in St. Petersburg your fingers-epileptics
Burns in red on the asphalt, cough dripping red crane,
Chilled beats in the chest - no, not the heart - only pills.
Not cramped hands pressed to her, poured a draft of pink wrist.
Disposable bodies rewind tape, beaten-poppy flowers.
Puddle-boys-girls puddles reduce cheekbones gray happiness.
Last night I cried and breathed heavily and cried.
Ten hickey on his neck from February to October, the seal of the words.
Someone makes a quieter, touching shoulders, without touching the lips without touching ...
The caramel hair, smoke, and all the rooms with no corners.
And in June falls at my feet hysterical barking dog.
We're both from the fleece in the folds of the elbow and lips, cowberry before.
You know, the despair of torn photographs, and not from the tea.
Vienna broken, tonyusenkoy girl lying without clothes.
You break the sidewalks of heart. I'm so bored.