Текст песни Krec ft. Maestro A-Sid - Манекен

In her eyes, the sea, waves are shot,
Loda colors silver body naked,
In a series of faceless streets, luxurious clubs,
I so greedily breathed out the aroma of Cuba ...
Forbidden fruit tasted, I'm blind
And all the people have replaced the snow around ...
There are no colors here, but there is eyes,
There are your hands, breathing listened to hours ...
Just furtively, glimpse, glances shot,
And there are no longer lonely parts,
Inside, she has no heart,
No gloomy
Eyes from wax, broken nose ...
Where wigs where the prad's clothes
Where is the money for calls to Father from Volgograd ...
Tokar sick, mother in ballet,
In this family, weak do not hold
For some century ...
There where the sea with ice boils, splashes,
Rash Salt on Scars Drawing Cracks ...
She stands alone on the shop window
Loda melts here in the pompous style of hotels ...
Shoulders cried, exposing bundles and ribs,
The glance is sent to the sky naked,
Surrounded by mirrors and marble walls,
The eyes of people reminded that she was a mannequin ...
Male, makeup,
In the dreams of Paris, Venice, London,
Sunny Beach,
Palma ... comfort of expensive hotels,
It seemed that everything could actually be ...
Outbreaks of cameras, podiums, airports,
Plans to leave the Motherland,
Bouquets of roses, red petals,
Martini...
Endless oaths in love ...
Thin waist, slender legs,
Promised so much and so much
As it turned out,
It is not easy to reach the vertices,
Old age, but with her wrinkles,
But the time suddenly froze,
Stopped
The look looked somehow straight, in front of him stubbornly ...
A bit innocently, through the dusty glass showcases ...
People walked past, not noticing in the eyelashes,
In her eyes, the Sea of ​​Diamond Tears Full ...
Surrounded by mirrors and marble walls,
The eyes of people reminded that she was a mannequin ...
The girl stands on the shop window,
Beautiful as in the picture,
But it's all the dust and treno ...
She is mannequin,
But she is still waiting
That a miracle will happen
But it's all the pipe, dust and tlen,
She is a mannequin ...
She is a mannequin ...
She is a mannequin ...
She is a mannequin ...