Текст песни TA1LER - 02. Монделье

Such is life bro, enough to do by the rules
Enough to want or wait for you to be corrected
She's so cool, and I liked her type.
There heels, manicure, and even spit, is not equal to me
Now the fault would be in the glass and fill the fryer
Her fragrance over the nostrils, cherry confiture
I'm being led like a child, a French lyamur
Paris, walk in the evening, narrow route
Here, a picture of Isabella, a vineyard
Suede on the pavement, it's your own fault
One, tint protects the eyes
So pallynost is futile, without points I'm back
A leaf with thoughts in the urn, maybe I'm stoned
But I do not smoke, yes, pretty dope
In my head, a century the silence disfigured
Two ways of thinking that I formed
I remember the evening in the autumn, around October
Dampness makes you dizzy, but less of a thought for you
Broken pencil, format
You are not for me, alas, the cross-out date
Drawing the line, it was not worth remembering, I know
A small company, bad connections, I suspect
The quarrel is brewing, then the bell and now the angry
I drive to the house, say goodbye not barking
A tasty morsel in your hands, close your eyes
Delicate shoulders, breathing, practiced tact
You are so clean and beautiful, on sheets until the spring
Without light in the room, it will shut the blinds
He told you would be merci, and took him to a cafe
On the way, he kissed me, and held me tightly to myself
I will not be a writer, but I'll write a novel
There will be two people in the embrace probably
Strewed boulevard, and cold leaves
Only warm hands warmed abundantly
Do not forget the moments of coition and gloss
On my retinas, let's dance

Mondelier, no, just slow
We form the rhythm of movements directly from the ashes we
With punctured cells, we lose the pulse
These were dreams of color, I hope I will not wake up ....