Текст песни Дети пикассо - Матрос

Bluish female laughter
It flowed from the mouth of fate.
Wrapped in a black fur,
She was a sailor on the pier.
Lemon trees bloomed
Cigarette between his fingers.
Fate led him to the altar,
After kissing the bump in the nose.

My dear boy, I am close
With one of you,
She whispered to his temple
With invisible gray.
My dear boy,
I close with one of you,
She whispered to his temple.

The fate of the insidious and tender,
But strict dirk suddenly flashed,
And now she was pale
In Vienna he dropped chair.
Two tape like two snakes
On the blue splash wind.
The taste of chocolate and earth
I felt sailor mouth.

My dear boy,
I close with one of you,
She whispered to his temple
With invisible gray.
My dear boy, I am close
With one of you,
She whispered to his temple.
My dear boy, I'm alive
One of you ...