Текст песни Кот Балу - моя женщина - нирвана

... Calls ... calls
I'll leave the house and remember something ...
Autumn, her hair, her hands unnecessary sounds
I would never call her bitch
After all, she cooked me soup from the grichboks
Indian films, she is afraid to climb the roof
I did not know what pain is, degrees zero
But I'm drunk beside him, well, now !?
And now the alcohol is rock and roll jazz
Bass stock adidas I'm like a phantom
I was climbing the Dalai Lamas rock climber
But he's busy with his trance pan two eggs tomatoes
gas supply and whales to dance plus the doctor found the diseases in our country
You have cancer, my cat's death is when the thin ice
slippery sex excess chorus crazy house
And I often visited her in the office
I increasingly see a bag of long dude Pippi clogs
Under dubstep in the entrance with her we see each other more often
The world is small and how many other people's songs
Find your own on the road in the entrance
Blow up with you and skew and you will turn into a girl simple
If only the brother Amur did not shoot at all
And we'll go into your apartment empty
I miss the time when we dance all night
... (?) ... cheese wine cinema
you always wanted to sit in the warmth in Tebet
And now I'm somewhere off the edge of where the mountain range ends
It was cold 20 years especially the last three years two wet
summer cottages (?) ladies davalochki bottles zashchalochki
On the crooked drink you draft for a long time you do not call me
and I almost forgot you, but I remember well ...
Fall her hair hands unnecessary sounds
She is afraid to climb the roof
I did not know what a pain degree zero
But I'm drunk next to you, and now !?
And now alcohol is rock and roll jazz bass
And we will dance a farewell waltz with you
In the evening there will come a winter outside the window the snow of the thought of you
And something poured again something forgotten
And again to see my base killed and the doors closed
Speaking to myself with a hoarse voice, there are still subtle threads
And your smile on the old video and how we stole each other
The eyes did not even see the audience and the days became so wonderful
After all, I'm a romantic from the last century
And even if the time of the universal ego is pressing
I'm always saved by the thought that you are somewhere ...
Somewhere I left my fingerprints on my bed
Always asked me to undress first loved me
I, too, did not love you childishly
But the thought that you are not like a blade through the veins in Vanoi
Where are you, my daughter, the captain, found in the club the smoke of marijuana
Our nirvana kusmany memories
My friend Murakami sometimes understands me more precisely
In a black coat in the hands of a whitefish and there will be no rhyme
And after the ripple, at least some meaning will be lost
All leaves will fall a slow step above forty alcohol
The cat lost the role then control and script
He was not allowed to write to take away the love pen leaf
And he squeezed into a gray ball

... in a gray lump ... shrunk

- "I saved your life"
- "I have a respite from death"
- "What is it like?"
- "I constantly meet with death, my cradle was next to the coffin ..."
- "Aaah enough of these loud phrases ... tired ..."
-"Do you understand me."
- "Yes, I understand everything ..."