Текст песни Дима Птицами - похороните меня за плинтусом.

Belinda:
I loved you and still disentangle .
as if created Brodsky us naёbyvaya :
what a pity that what was for me
your existence , did not become
My existence is for you.

mocha :
Bury Me Behind the Baseboard .
That without an address , and zip code .
To find possible only from memory.
I - just a sum of squares
Cosine and sine .
Yes, I remember that a man needs a man
Otherwise, it is simply impossible .
After all, even a lifetime
May be a lie ,
But if this is damn skirting board
Will not someone another ,
The closest ,
With that being together on a huge risk
For the right to become happy.
In this gone mad
And crispy half blown up the world.
Your sparkling eyes dance
in the snow-white dress
if so creamy touch,
will never be a long time,
even if an eternity .
and if I was the size of a speck of dust
or stroke of a bird's wing ,
it would only be lodged on your collarbone ,
hiding under the warmth of the eyelashes.
when I go to sleep little prince ,
head among the millions of individuals
Only your way
in centimeters of tissue .
and I am happy that somewhere ahead
we were to each other are ordained .
and that you and I are synonymous
with one common value in the heart .

Belinda:
Bury Me Behind the Baseboard .
that without an address , and zip code .
that can not be found even on the radio.
I sine hundred and eighty degrees.
and yes, ask her not to look for me.
that was no longer in memory :

...
like every night she returns home
and talking mat with intercom .
unless, of course , she generally has intercom .
and if it happens at home at home.

as its name almost rhymes to mandarins .
posing as green tea to cool down and drink cold.
as chёrtvozmi almost hit by a car .
How to stay forever potelefonu .
but do not call, do not inbound, outbound .
and another question . & quot; you're in love ? & quot; response : & quot; not pass & quot ;.
and I did not go through ..
as soon as it is treated right brackets
and that phrase .
nu.tvoya phrase : & quot; until the next chance meeting & quot ;.

how , along the way, too, listened to the song about Kate .
but the & quot; rolling after living in a nearby porch & quot ;.
in each & quot; no & quot; - Reminiscent of you.
as every day you go to the train.

which I never have time .
I have in fact now the other ...
which is more than you and I do not get them mixed up .

as dreamed that love begins to run out ,
as in the next gathering tebya.kstati it?
without thinking , was confused in adektivatsii ,
you become a stranger . adjectival

to someone's favorite hands.
and other avenues trampled underfoot .
as always you did not understand ,
Packing letters in envelopes .

falling in love with that book that you loved so much ,
as could not stand all the people with your name , to hell .
as someone with a green idolized .
and I stumbled on a song, chords.

as the song alone will remind you.
about something sick , and lived through last year .
next track, not on the cheeks .
and through his teeth : & quot; already not return it & quot ;.

in the winter I do not remember how you called .
and , you know, got a little older.
light , buy cigarettes , legs are tired .
are you talking about? to .. whatever next?

Bury Me Behind the Baseboard .
that without an address , and zip code .
to find possible only from memory.
and yes, ask her not to look for me ...

Yes, I would let you go ,
but I'm a moron .