Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Ты снимаешь вечернее платье

You shoot vechepnee dress
Standing face to the wall.
And I see fresh shpamy
On smooth as baphat back.
I want to cry out in pain,
Or forget in a dream ...
Where are your kpylya,
Kotopye so npavyatsya me?

Where are your kpylya
Kotopye npavyatsya me?
Where are your kpylya
Kotopye npavyatsya me?

We used to have Quaternary,
Tepe.p we have a case
To prove that the strong weak zhpet
To prove that black is white.
We all potepyali something
In this insane war ...
By the way, where are your kpylya
Kotopye npavyatsya me?

I do not sppashivaet how much money you have,
Not sppashivaet many husbands.
I see - you boishsya otkpytyh windows
And Upper floors ...
And if zavtpa will pozhap,
And the building is on fire,
We die without these kpylev
Kotopye npavyatsya me ...