Текст песни Сплин - Я умираю со скуки

I turned off the phone, started on the 8 alarm clock,
I explained to you where the shower hid in the apartment.
Your salted tears, sour mines, stuffy speeches ...
I'm dying from boredom when someone treat me.

You are good as a pattern in rectangular paper,
Evergreen flower and powder in mirrors.
You are so good! .. long fingers, narrow
Jeans, neck and shoulders ...
I'm dying from boredom when someone treat me ...

Guess the tarot cards and what remains of coffee,
Do not blame me a ball with a look
attentive eyes.
Your salted tears, sour mines, stuffy speeches ...
All this nonsense!
I'm dying from boredom when someone treat me.