Текст песни Леона Вишневська - Таке тримають у шухляді і нікому не дають читати

The room was drowning with citrus rays,
that burst from the windows and fell to the hardwood floor.
She was sitting on the bed, hot and tired.
And if it was the least possible opportunity,
you could hear her crying ...

She waited, pressing in her head
words are main
about the pain, the fact that there is no further
no crumb of strength
tolerate.
The heart was beating a meteorite.
Temples, like bridges, were built into one.
It's been almost an hour ... he's here.

Bold and naked as a finger,
with the fresh perfume she gave him,
so that only then they can breathe.
Dark, like a spilled Spanish
with all their fancy whims.

Hysterical Tet-A-Tet,
dialogue with him like salty tango.
He performed a prelude in his soul, as if on nerves, a string quartet.
Damn it! It's an unbearable life with the laws of boomerang!
Divisions into castes, dynasties, ranks ...

When she read Deresha's voice, her mother knocked out the book
and called his words heresy.
Bought at the market for a discount and a discount.

And so he has never been anywhere and never saw his own nose ...
And, as if by chance, she was sucked in by each of the hundreds of dates.
Apparently, he just meant too much to be nobody.
She neglected, lied to, gave him money ... her own, or her home-wrecked ones.
In spite of everything
just be with him.

There were many tears, torn blouses, broken ribs, miscarriages ...
She trimmed her nails to the meat, going crazy three times a day.
And he, a lustful coward, a cowardly cerber, threw it out, as if it were unnecessary.
I had to go to church more often
And not to pray in whispers, but to pray with cries!