Текст песни Башня Rowan - Чарльстон

Already the day in a row
Above the house a cloud of bummer -
My great love
Standing in the shorts in front of the window,
And I'm lying on the bed,
Like a carrion on the snow,
And I gradually understand,
What is "I can not".

Fix me with wine,
refresh me with an apple,
because I -
I am exhausted from love.

I'll take a birdie, whistle cancer,
I'll pay, like a crocodile:
There, by the window, there is an oracle -
He was particularly tired.
I will not be scared now
Not a single misfortune:
My favorite hyena
I opened my mouth.

Give me a fire extinguisher
or a cloud of impressive
precipitate
on me,
because I -
I am exhausted from love.

Love, like a dream,
Flowing into a nightmare, -
He, with obviousness, from those,
Who picks a samovar in Toulouse,
He is as impudent as a child,
He does not understand for ever,
What will not work me
Per-re-pro-gram-mi-ro-vy-vat.

Refresh me with hyssop,
dill,
feed thyme
or more,
because I -
I am exhausted from love.

My great love
It stands and smokes at the window.
He's three hours hole-hole my brain
And honestly there are holes up to the bottom.
What for another extreme,
For him - a healthy sport.
From virtual Kama Sutra
Metaphysical abortion.

Feed me with glycine,
strychnine,
Call the orderlies, for I -
I am exhausted, I can not.

Do not wake me,
at dawn,
under the pine
green,
put it,

because I -
I am exhausted from love.