Lyrics Леона Вишневська - breast-cancer-ribbon

Wandering on the bed, picking up his feet.
Something is ringing on her ring finger ...
And on the chest wart. Decorated with red poppies.
The doctor says: Tumor.As always cancer.
The store has stale yogurt, a corduroy jacket
it sticks to the thread ... Such meetings happen once in a lifetime, therefore
they are significant.
Surprisingly.
 I hand out banknotes to those who want.
Let the stomach and hair stick inside them
will start to fall out.
Walls, like broken strings, cause
rampant vomiting.
You crossed out another date
on a calendar count, hands to the touch like a refrigerator,
in which there is no food.
There are only expensive overseas medications that I increasingly forget to take.
The faces are thin, the cheeks are so sharp that you risk accidentally cutting yourself.
The skin seems so transparent, you can read the news on the vessels.
And, you know, every year ... I became increasingly ill.
And you remained strong, strict.
Like a prayer, I repeated at night: I will not leave you, I will not leave you ...
Contrary to everything.
So now it's warm to come back from every failed coma.
Thrust you into your trembling breasts with your wet nose
and breathe ...
You're picking me up with scanty crumbs that I can crumble into hysterics.
Enough.