Текст песни Shortparis - Весело

It was evening
The skin smelled of salt
You said - grief
You was right

The walls were labeled
Like a foot of corn
Standing in the corridor
I was looking for words

Year, but my shame did not pass
Two but my shame did not pass
Three, but my shame did not pass
In memory of a bouquet on the table

Wait, stop.
I'm here, here
Empty-oh
I went all out

It was fun
Hands smelled of salt
Standing in the corridor
I was looking for words

The walls were labeled
Like a foot of corn
Yesterday was a disaster
And today two

Hold it.
I'm here here
Empty-oh
I went all out