Lyrics Кrek - манекен

In her eyes the sea, dreams of waves
Ice colors the body with silver naked
In a chain of faceless streets, luxury clubs
I so greedily inhaled the fragrance - Cuba ...
Forbidden fruit I tasted blind
And all the people around the snow replaced
There are no flowers, but there are eyes
There are your hands, breathing for hours
Only furtive, glance sights shot
And there are no more single items
Inside she has no heart, no glands
Eyes from wax, broken nose
Where are the wigs? Where is Prada gear?
Where is the money to call my father from Volgograd?
Turner is sick, mother in ballet
In this family, the weak do not hold for what century
There, where the sea is boiling with ice, splashes
Sear salt on the scars, drawing cracks
She is alone in the window
The ice melts here, in the grandiose style of hotels
Shoulders wept, exposing ligaments and ribs
The view is directed to the sky naked
Surrounded by mirrors and marble walls
The eyes of the people resembled that she was a mannequin

Fuse:

Manicure, make-up, in the dreams of Paris
Venice, London, sunny beach
Palms, comfort of expensive hotels
It seemed that everything could be in reality.
Flashes of cameras, podiums
Airports, plans to leave the homeland
Rose bouquets, red petals
Martini, endless oaths of love
Thin waist, slender legs
Promised so much and so many
As it turned out, it is not easy to reach the top
Not far off old age, and with her wrinkles
But time suddenly froze, stopped
The look looked straight, stubbornly
A little innocently, through the dusty glass showcases, people walked by
Hoarfrost
In her eyes the sea, a diamond full of tears
Surrounded by mirrors and marble walls
The eyes of the people resembled that she was a mannequin

Maestro A-Sid:

The girl is standing in the window
Beautiful as in the picture
But it's all dust and ashes
She is a mannequin
She is waiting for a miracle to happen
But it's all rubbish, dust and decay.
She is a mannequin .....