Текст песни PashaPashtet - Шикарна

I can parse you into details
And how much you would not give me tears - still a little
I collected you bit by bit and outlines
Broken hedges
Twitch ropes
As a result, it was not correct

AND

I destroy the building that I was building painstakingly
Do not go into our abode
And just pass by
And we could live
Not stepping on mines
Half dividing embrace, until they perished

On the horizon of events
Where do your phrases fight against rocks and reefs
And although I created you in the image, you are smart in it, but
Without watercolors and gouaches there is an empty canvas

But

I know your tassels
I know that you will find the canvas and decorate this hopeless world
After all, the pictures that I liked were only yours
And you're smart, but say
Why are you drawing a labyrinth?

*****

Flow of ideas
And so many drawings in my head
I do not know what you want
Display now
And be brave
After all, the instrument
Already in your hand
Hurry up
If there is no paper, draw on me

******

Yes

Time is short
Yes, and you yourself last so long that you will not reach the pedestal
And your face will not remain on white marble
Or the elite stone
After picking you back a bit later promised

And I'm so devoted to you.
What prayer told the sky
How to deal with you I need advice
I know all your couplets by heart
You are gorgeous, but I did not understand all the points

And anyway
Events with you
Even Van Gogh could not describe
And I would have torn the canvas
And why, tell me, dear, do you get the knife?
I have red, not blue blood
But you do not understand this.

And you'll threaten them, beckoning into the bedroom
But you will not subordinate me any more, closing yourself from within
And you're smart, yeah, but you're a smart slut
The knife is no longer in your hands
So come on
Ory

*****

And if there are no ideas, I'll tell you
I will point the right way
But the truth in the drawings I will not find
And you yourself do not know what you spent on paint
Not finding the right color, cutting other people's fingers

And do not ask me either
Leave them alone
And then it's up to you under your skin
I crawl with a knife at my throat
I have not been painful for a long time
But I will not obey any more
Your laws, because
They were not even written in a notebook

Now I'm in your place
Now I'm an aggressor
Now I'm composing songs myself
Himself in the end I'll cripple and do not let go until
Do not obey me and dance with me waltz

Yes

You are a smart lady
You're gorgeous, really.
But you do not know
How many nerves did you spend
And thank you I hate this world
Nizhik is no longer in your hands
So come on
Ory