клим стронский - болею ею
текст песни

I get you, my happiness, kill me with your absence,
Kill me as a presence, I am confused or
An worthless loser? Please explain.
And how many more evenings will pass
nights will fly past me so that I will raise the hood,
and opened his face to meet the wind with a light
a taste of life.
We dried up on the plates.
Our desires remain prints,
And the soles are wiped into holes,
Penetrating oceans of water will splash out
On the shore the remnants of the soul.
On hot seats
Metro wagons,
Under the fabric of your coat
Serotonin will remain
And medicines for anemia.
Childhood cries frantically,
The heart is pounded furiously.
We are so sure and naive
We believe: Eternal love.
I put my hands on my shoulders
And the evening is chased
In the evening. In space
your spirits, scratching nostrils
memories, fall
On the sofa near Christmas,
And sobbed, as in childhood.
I get sick, I get sick.
Time will hit at a time
midnight,
And I will conquer the moon
And I'll conquer you
I'll take it, get bored
in the ear.
I got sick with
Covering the throat
by cold,
I'm waiting for you again.
At stops, in buses,
asking questions to the conductor,
Looking at the passengers:
"Well, where is my dear?
Where is my dear? "