Текст песни Горгонна - На нитке

Thin like a thread, more beautiful from mimosa, curly gorgon
Game words goes in motion stopping tears
Under the impressive design, I go out of the Friend Zone
The smell of tobacco, under the Kumar Kupala
A taste of snacks, wine, pokal
Under the explanations she is not a head
Swears to the verge of tens to zero
And the wind roses her hair
How the singing of birds sounds words from voice
How do crystal gentle her soul like a moon
Master of Virgin as a theater game
Ripped chamomile I and quietly pronounced the spell
Machine, home I want, her warm screaming
Winter sometimes beats the cold, the cheek is evil
But soon the summer comes ... do not die young

The smell of tobacco, under the Kumar Kupala
A taste of snacks, wine, pokal
Under the explanations she is not a head
Tested to the verge of tens to zero (x2)

Death with oblique did not come, did not knock on the door
Thanks to the Lord that did not open and never called
Did not pour, did not kill, did not beg, did not bless
Near the entrance can not chalifies
Movies with black and white films, laundered needle
Spin the disks for the taste of wormwood bitter
I am friendly . I love to be on one
The doors were waiting for her forgotten about the picture on the wall
Bathroom covered dark red paint
From the garbage sticks sharp strips Steel
Oppresses the mood to hide under the evil mask
And hopes to success looking through binocol in the distance

Wheel Sounds, Wind, and Smell Rails
I can't wait in my hand the touch of Case
I'm not a diplomat not a lawyer and God forbid an official
But I want to go beautifully looking for a terrestrial source

The smell of tobacco, under the Kumar Kupala
A taste of snacks, wine, pokal
Under the explanations she is not a head
Tested to the verge of tens to zero (x2)