Lyrics Ундервуд - вечный полдень

perpetual midday
I dive into the ice hole
eternal bee sorry for summer, sorry for summer
perpetual midday
it will be hot, without blot
I write two lines in a liquid newspaper
To each of all come thoughts
prodigal sin again in a bikini
old heat in Paris
new heat already in Beijing
perpetual midday
dismembered butterfly
easy in the hand of a cruel child
I and you are already cicadas
in dialogue with the blinded membrane
so pointless, meaningless
we are yellow on the coast
a light breeze caresses the bottom
adamnye and evnnye clothes

where are you, my pain, my flat?
where are you, my crazy sharp?
at night I climbed the sun
In the morning, the tears came down and down with him
how could it all be
but that will never be
your lips are summer, summer
and eyes - winter, winter, winter
where are you, my pain, my flat?
where are you, my crazy sharp?
at night I climbed the sun
In the morning, the tears came down and down with him
how could it all be
but that will never be
your lips are summer, summer
and eyes - winter, winter, winter

perpetual midday
perpetual midday
I loved, love else, maybe
sultry blows my hat off
perpetual midday
koktebel sends caramel of the moon
to seduce his anapa
people, cities and sun
stretch to each other so naively
only to airplanes how to say
that this, in general, is positive
perpetual midday
fishermen captivate fish -
a fish is prepared for hell in a skillet
perpetual midday
enough money to let the dust go
in the eyes of a raskompleksovannoy beauty
I delve around the world from twelve
until three in the afternoon
life buzzes inside the steps of summer
summer of life is not worse

where are you, my pain, my flat?
where are you, my crazy sharp?
at night I climbed the sun
In the morning, the tears came down and down with him
how could it all be
but that will never be
your lips are summer, summer
and eyes - winter, winter, winter
where are you, my pain, my flat?
where are you, my crazy sharp?
at night I climbed the sun
In the morning, the tears came down and down with him
how could it all be
but that will never be
Your lips are summer, summer,
and eyes - winter, winter, winter

perpetual midday