Singer: Zimov'e Beasts

In love only that gets to win, who can for this love to pay!

And it seems I am not deaf and she is not a mute...
Why we do not understand each other?
Why our truth diverge backwards?
Do not want - and therefore don't understand.

Capacity all - resourceful, all obyatnym - cannot fit!

What drives us crazy, and heart!

You wish, Madam? So put your hands down,
Not pull my sleeve,
I know all the tricky tricks:
Civil marriage, civil rights.
You're broke, Madam? Dry oars,
In the herbarium of kisses and flowers
Let in the heart of the smoldering burnt lime,
But to hell with it, you're no longer you.

I'm probably only a few are able to confess in many ways,
But those who know how to listen, do not know how to breathe - alas!

He was jealous of the rain
And covered with a denim jacket

Fate does not repeat - forgotten not calling!

Blinded from lights a large candle,
Hang above the entrance are portraits of friends.
Tear the calendar - and I'll live how I want
Not Pragas in farewell days.

And geniuses go mad in the night's watch.

If at night a headache, then - strong tea or executioner.