Elli Na Makovom Pole - V tvoey spal'ne (В твоей спальне) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

In your bedroom

In your bedroom there always were a little bit more sun than in Africa
More tenderness than in that chocolate bar with a purple cow
I close my eyes and stand at your door
'Well, hello... well, hello...'
 
Your hands are covered with caress like a baker
Puts the icing on his gingerbreads with love
You are the children's stories
You are the holiday expectation in plastic crowns
This is all I remember. This is all I will keep in my memory about you
I'm sorry that there'll be nothing left of me for you
But dislocations of psyche, drunken sixteen scars in that stupid game
When you sing and pierce a table in the distances
Between fingers. I catch your loving eye on me
And immediately miss. Don't look at me. Tell me why do you look so?
Why do you hurt me so?
We're going to emergency room to get the knife
That got stucked in my larynx out.
And I'm falling into the abyss. I won't be forgiven by you
I used to live like an asshole, I used to live like a jackass to the beats of these keys
Under the influence of the dose, lying under strangers
And, you know
I used to like it
Only the good things will be left of you
Clear like parishes
White like your sheets
Like a milk
Like your skin and a scent of lemon muffins
Like that picture where you're laughing
Nestled your face in my shoulder
And this is the laugh of a doomed person
Which is about to fall apart
Because you give all the best
Because you leave me all the best
And ask nothing in return
 


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