Singer: Ekaterina Boldyreva

Its hell moments crawl as century
In it Paradise all of the angels as the dolls similar
All that came under his hand, everything went under the hammer,
That's a careless soul will go too.

I even unexpectedly, suddenly back,
As from a fog, the water your drink
And I will be drunk, thy love touch
As the wound.
I'll put you on the wasteland
Its borders, kiss the dawn
Your eyelashes will die in December
Summer bird.

I haven't thought, didn't know about
How will little - not separately and not together.
When was all this edge
Dagger,
You will not say and do more
Me forgiving. In this melting heat
Will burn, will melt away; forgotten about me
Summer pack.

What a day, what a year?
The memory of many lives.
That kind of nonsense, what kind of poison?
So many souls do not get sick.
True, there's no turning back
But as your eyes burn.

Look, love, happy dreams.
After all, the engineer clear my path and a good outcome.
He is also a prisoner of this red spring
And the priceless that is waiting for him.
The window I open the moon
My heart the moon throw ball-search.
My love carries on rails to me
Arrow green trains.

Pounding the wheel, someone's dream pulling.
Perhaps our fate someone will be a science:
I wanted hope to introduce you,
And introduced to separation.
Mindlessly asked, to no avail was in a hurry,
Sometimes the soul of the curve, sometimes for no reason eager to fight.
I have so many songs you put,
So many days I lived with you...

And I you, dear, I will answer:
The man to meet -
It means life to maim,
And it is dear to me.
Since they're drunk - zasheysya,
Since he stumble - laugh,
If bychitsya - otbeysya,
If glued - Ambra.
That then did not hurt,
Be herself worthy.
Here is something from the bell tower
The world becomes kinder!

Every man half
From Ponty and nicotine
And a quarter he's a beast
And provide it to third.

Is your share - searching for answers,
What is life and what to do with her.
I'm probably the essence from another planet -
I'm enjoying the warm battery.
They want war - will show the character,
Will want love care.
But night comes and it's time to say goodbye.
Chew your own cat food. I'm on the hunt.

Not melting in the shower bad,
I bring you bad news.
It's me, you ready to imitate,
To emphasize their neighbot.
I look at you with strange eyes
The deities of the primitive Chronicles.
That envy me the don Juan,
Yes, but I'm not a cynic, I'm ironic.

She is a wanderer of all peoples and tribes,
She is a famous pilgrim of all times,
And whoever is with her must be smart
If not tricky.
She throws all hearts in a common fire,
Her love is all-powerful, her anger soon,
In her dark passion and sacred reproach,
The sun and the moon.

She is a strong pulse and a weak floor,
Over her powerless Inquisition, the fire and the stake,
Her every word is direct injection,
Every glance reeks.
Her sacred mother was Lilith.
And that scares you, it beckons.
She has mercy in her dream, but in reality executed,
And reality is more desirable sleep.

Sing not all, even where the lie is not managed to invent
Sing not for years, but for centuries in a handful of
Sing, because I can't stop singing
As I can't stop singing birds

It is not necessary, beloved, to asking me to marry you
I don't need to be a wife,
The wind that blows in my head
I got a great price