Текст песни Сны Марсельезы - Кола выдохлась

Cola ran out of money ran out
Trees are indecently bare
The remnants of conscience are completely crazy
Begging not to drink the fifth comes

Fingers freeze thin scarves
Your eyes are sharp in me with needles
You stand deliberately languid
Spring spring weightless

You caught me again
On some trifle stuff
But I won’t give up the position without a fight
You are a trophy in my exposition

Cola ran out of money ran out
I stand in your nervous pride
Immaculate holiness fill the bumps
All your bumps

You are not an angel, not a demon, you are fiction
The fruit of my unhealthy fantasy
I'll think of you not
And goodbye my real