Текст песни Водолей-на-телефонной-линии - Цветочный

I'll give you a new name,
What is ... very "floral".
Do you adverb wormwood
So that you became bitter in absentia?

Maybe white chamomile,
Buried in the strand nose too?
And suddenly - a bold primrose,
With so denies the fall?

His eyes reflected the sky,
Transparent, in a daze.
Calling you, eh, ocheret?
Well, it is, at least not wither.

Your neat fingers
All the smell of meadow grass.
Floral my dear wanderer
Why are you doing something with me?

I did not like bouquets
And in general - various herbs.
I always thought the summer
I just brutal violence.

Now - die quietly.
You smell thereby summer.
What I like is dashing?
What I term couplets?

I do not know how to sing, my friends.
Singing, experiencing all the strength.
You're very ... very ... I need
You - my dubbed the "flower".
(c) Khan Cherry