Текст песни Princesse Angine - Шиповник

Come slowly, sit down side by side,
And the hair is twisted again - right!
You will loose a lock, you will give it free
And you say that - enough, enough from you.
That your tears will be repulsed by bullets,
What we squeezed, we have bent,
That there is no sugar, but full of salt,
That the output is again solo.

Flowers, rosehips, flowers,
Flowers, after all already winter,
The clock is counted to ten,
Until five, I'm crazy
From the infinity of walls,
From the fragility of being,
Where is the most solar of systems
The one for whom you were created,
Blessed ...

My snowy, my southern,
Unexpectedly, undeservedly
You met me, and I'm cold
I am ready to admit that in silence - gold,
My golden one, do not sing under bullets,
We lost everything, we returned everything,
And the hair twists again, like in school,
And the songs will be given free rein.

The star is a star,
Come, as winter came,
Lead one who has lost his way,
Those who are in the mind, and without a mind,
Along the hopelessness of the walls,
Through the appearance of being,
Where is the most solar of systems
The one for whom you were created,
Maybe even me.

Flowers, rosehips, flowers,
I, too, can,
Rosehip, flowers
On the first snow ...