Lyrics Бафа Санто - Special for you
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Полутемная кухня, а я по листочку
чиркую.
Сломанный карандаш, я ножичком по
грифелю.
Силуэт человека - нарисую нимб ему
И подпишусь я, мол "лови, спэшл фо
ю".
Дым в форточку от тлеющей
сигареты.
Между нервными затяжгами стряхиваю
пепел.
С подокойника на пол сдувает ветер,
И я весь там, но сегодня не до песен.
Не доверяйся, но лейся. Здесь я.
Хотя обычно пошло говорю: " -
Разденься".
Понимаешь, я с веслами, а тут гейзер.
Чтоб уплыть на лодке потратил день
свой.
Волны набрасываются ливнем, иду на
дно.
Под водой нельзя курить, зато тепло,
Там, где в душе давно уже темно,
Пробился сквозь айсберги и вспомнил о
том.
Ничего не ел с утра... Хотя утро было
вчера.
Или, по-моему, сегодня? Но как-то не
до себя...
В стакане пролито мое красное вино,
Ничего не помню и опохмеляюсь
молоком...
Dark kitchen, and I on a leaf
a sharp one.
Broken pencil, I'm with a knife
stylus.
Man silhouette - I will draw a halo to him
And I subscribe, they say, "catch, special fo
Yu".
Smoke in the window from smoldering
cigarettes.
Shaking between nerve puffs
ashes.
The wind blows off the floor,
And I'm all there, but today is not up to the songs.
Do not trust, but pour. Here am I.
Although usually gone I say: "-
Undress. "
You see, I am with oars, and here is a geyser.
Spent the day to sail away
your own.
The waves pounce on me
bottom.
You can’t smoke under water, but it’s warm,
Where it’s already dark in my soul,
He made his way through the icebergs and remembered
Tom.
Eat nothing in the morning ... Although the morning was
yesterday.
Or, in my opinion, today? But somehow not
to myself ...
My red wine is spilled in a glass
I don’t remember anything and I hanged myself
milk ...
a sharp one.
Broken pencil, I'm with a knife
stylus.
Man silhouette - I will draw a halo to him
And I subscribe, they say, "catch, special fo
Yu".
Smoke in the window from smoldering
cigarettes.
Shaking between nerve puffs
ashes.
The wind blows off the floor,
And I'm all there, but today is not up to the songs.
Do not trust, but pour. Here am I.
Although usually gone I say: "-
Undress. "
You see, I am with oars, and here is a geyser.
Spent the day to sail away
your own.
The waves pounce on me
bottom.
You can’t smoke under water, but it’s warm,
Where it’s already dark in my soul,
He made his way through the icebergs and remembered
Tom.
Eat nothing in the morning ... Although the morning was
yesterday.
Or, in my opinion, today? But somehow not
to myself ...
My red wine is spilled in a glass
I don’t remember anything and I hanged myself
milk ...