Lyrics Shortparis - Пасха
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На пасху вымою тело
Чтоб не брезгала мать
Так чтоб кожа горела
И гости шли целовать
Тело вот мое дело
Вот мое ремесло
Ты на пасху надела
Красных бус стекло
На пасху вымою тело
Чтоб не брезгала мать
Так чтоб кожа горела
И гости шли целовать
Каюсь на пасху каюсь
Вот мое ремесло
Я стыжусь я стараюсь
Не смотреть гостям в лицо
Сей светлый праздников праздник
И торжество из торжеств
И словно не будет казни
И словно не было жертв
Тело, вот его тело
Вот его ремесло
Мать салфеткой прикрыла на столе пятно
На пасху вымою тело
Чтоб не брезгала мать
Так чтоб кожа горела
И гости шли целовать
Тело, вот мое дело
Вот мое ремесло
Ты на пасху надела
Красных бус стекло
Чтоб не брезгала мать
Так чтоб кожа горела
И гости шли целовать
Тело вот мое дело
Вот мое ремесло
Ты на пасху надела
Красных бус стекло
На пасху вымою тело
Чтоб не брезгала мать
Так чтоб кожа горела
И гости шли целовать
Каюсь на пасху каюсь
Вот мое ремесло
Я стыжусь я стараюсь
Не смотреть гостям в лицо
Сей светлый праздников праздник
И торжество из торжеств
И словно не будет казни
И словно не было жертв
Тело, вот его тело
Вот его ремесло
Мать салфеткой прикрыла на столе пятно
На пасху вымою тело
Чтоб не брезгала мать
Так чтоб кожа горела
И гости шли целовать
Тело, вот мое дело
Вот мое ремесло
Ты на пасху надела
Красных бус стекло
I will wash the body for Easter
So as not to disdain mother
So that the skin burned
And the guests were going to kiss
The body is my business
Here is my craft
You have put on Easter
Red beads glass
I will wash the body for Easter
So as not to disdain mother
So that the skin burned
And the guests were going to kiss
I repent for Easter I repent
Here is my craft
I'm ashamed I try
Do not look guests in the face
This bright holidays holiday
And the celebration of the festivities
And as if there will be no execution
And as if there were no victims
The body, here is his body
Here is his craft
Mother napkin covered on the table spot
I will wash the body for Easter
So as not to disdain mother
So that the skin burned
And the guests were going to kiss
The body, that's my business.
Here is my craft
You have put on Easter
Red beads glass
So as not to disdain mother
So that the skin burned
And the guests were going to kiss
The body is my business
Here is my craft
You have put on Easter
Red beads glass
I will wash the body for Easter
So as not to disdain mother
So that the skin burned
And the guests were going to kiss
I repent for Easter I repent
Here is my craft
I'm ashamed I try
Do not look guests in the face
This bright holidays holiday
And the celebration of the festivities
And as if there will be no execution
And as if there were no victims
The body, here is his body
Here is his craft
Mother napkin covered on the table spot
I will wash the body for Easter
So as not to disdain mother
So that the skin burned
And the guests were going to kiss
The body, that's my business.
Here is my craft
You have put on Easter
Red beads glass