Lyrics Рина Морана - А без тебя я перебираю книги...

And without you, I am sorting through the books
More precisely ... I look at the roots,
As if I am looking for some secret knowledge,
which may not in nature.

Brown, scarlet, blue
With thin letters and with thick.
Laughing at me, or what?

And without you, I am sorting out books.
I warm up the kettle
I brew a big, pot -bellied,
I would have been waiting for someone.

Large leaf black
with thyme leaves and
Ginger, of course.

And without you, I am sorting out books.
I drink deliberately slowly
Biting with rolls and cheesecake,
Everything is bought not for one.

Cream cheese, maple syrup,
Crispy crust.
The taste that could be sweeter if ...

And without you, I am sorting out books.
I am busy with important matters, not otherwise.
White leaf to the right, white sheet is a mere.
Write something! Urgently!

Fingers knock on the keyboard,
Is it soothing, annoying?
Maybe more tea?

And without you, I am sorting out books.
Where the hell are you going?
On the table Kruaassan and the cake for you.
And the slippers were waiting.

The room smells of sneaking, cleaning, roses,
And, God forbid, anxiety.

And without you, I am sorting out books.

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