Singer: Chaif. Page 1

Our women forgive us our weakness,
Our women forgive us our tears,
They forgive to the world the laughter and fun,
Even Argentina.
So dance on, dance under my drums
So sing, sing with me my song
Sensimili enough for all
Yet sounds reggae.

I see above him the blue sky,
These white clouds in the blue,
As the blue and white flags of Argentina,
I close my eyes.
I close my eyes and see forests of Jamaica
I see her Golden beaches,
I see her beautiful women
Their faces sad.

Why are you knocking at my drums?
Why would you dance to my drums?
Why would you sing my song?
I'm in pain.

On your bookshelf -
Teddy bear and Bunny in a t-shirt.
You long time
Early morning found them under the tree.
But behind an old wardrobe -
A briefcase without a handle, and a summer hat.
Someone artful and large
Watching you.
In your pocket
Two crayon and magic stone.
You magic stone
On the Eighth of March will give the mother.
And with the high roof
Everything is audible.
Someone artful and large
Watching you.

I draw on the window
To himself loudly arguing.
The search for truth in wine
The truth is worth something.

Not knowing what playing
Not thinking about anybody
Together we ran away from Paradise
Almost tramp.
We thought we had mastered
All that should be his,
All that is needed for both -
We are with you two.

I skinned the cat
I hung punks on the fence.
Well, if they have such a game
I do not care! Because I was hurt
Just yesterday...
Rough fence
Are not used to.
Rope on the neck - too Moore.
I'm dead, and I was hurt
Yesterday.
That man,
What shook his head
Yesterday kicked me in the belly with his foot.
Today saw the light,
Well, perhaps it is time..
Forgive, because I was hurt
Yesterday.

I thought we got at least another five years.
I was just sure that we have enough time to drink beer and chat.
But I see your back with the cliche "don't be sad",
Wait, hold up for the day!
Whenever you want to!

In her eyes the power of heaven,
In it the player is not dead Cobain,
Her hand squeezed into a fist,
The fist phone call.
In her house, the eternal chaos,
In her room, on the walls of the Beatles.
His number as the access code,
The tube was frozen words
To heeeeeell still here
At least someone besides me?!

Something somehow not so
Probably come February.

I like the new Icarus,
And I have the same smile.

What pain, what pain,
"Argentina-Jamaica" 5:0.

Today the sun went behind the clouds,
Today waves are so painful.
I saw the dead hope Jamaica
My soul is crying.

... You will understand only your friends, but who are they - the ceiling and walls.
The ceiling and walls, only they know the truth of how you lived and how you
to live.
They know everything, they know where the exit is, but do not know how, do not know how
to speak.