Lyrics Олег Вифлянцев - Мемориальная плита

The first verse:

How many wrote these lines and to whom ?!
All that was at stake, he lost with his head in the clamp;
Searched for only one, but also tone
slowly slowly approaching the bottom;

And there ... All the confessions on the sheets,
what I had time to catch up
like a point of record, like the birth of Christ.
What is it about? I'm tired of sore lips
But hopes are broken in crystal;

I analyze the heart is not rubber,
Pierced by her separation;
I would like amnesia,
Even in summer, the soul of winter.
Where not to carry, I follow in my wake
everything is blind and knee-deep in mud

I was dying and resurrected;
But, I thought there was no chance of falling in love with a boomerang
My world turned upside down in a different light
'Cause I met my little lady

Chorus:
She is a quagmire, my confrontation is powerless
she is my weakness like anorexia
oxide chemistry love compounds
My air, all the senses to "toxins"

forever in your heart so sweet
I am your Cheops you are my pyramid
divide us - Try it ...
But our love is to the grave;

The second verse:

And all that came before her was a minor
one touch I’m dominoes her
what fate has given us does not give many;
I want to stay with you a happy frame on the monitor;

Beckons like an astronomer to the stars at night
I lose my head even without the executioner.
And our acquaintance with you was like yesterday
met his angel without waiting in paradise

We will decay into atoms, we don’t need anyone here
we are close, what is this world worth?
and without you it is an empty planet for decades
but to be with you like a story;

Without options, our names will be added to the tomes;
We will leave the memory of the poem as the Iliad
you might think this is a fairy tale and everything is past realities,
but our love is up to the memorial plate