Будь моей тенью

On this night, the marvelous color bloom fern,
On this night, brownies return home.
Clouds from the north , the wind from the west,
So soon witch will wave his hand at me .

I live in expectation of a miracle , as the Mauser in its holster ,
I like the spider in the web , like a tree in the desert,
Like a fox in a black hole.
I cold in the upper room ,
The doors will not open ,
Keys have cancer , and cancer of the mount.

I ran through the telescopes
From the frightened eyes of children
I would like to have sex with a mermaid ,
But do not know how to be with her.
I wanted to turn around by tram
And enter your window .
The wind blows from the suburbs ,
We do not care anymore .
The wind blows from the suburbs ,
And we still

Be my shadow, creaky steps,
Color Sunday, mushroom rain.
Be my god , birch sap ,
Electric current , curve gun.
I was a witness to what you - the wind ,
You duesh in my face , and I laugh .
I do not want to part with you
Without a fight , as long as you I snyus -
Be my shadow.

Good to dance on hot coals ,
C to those with whom as with pine resin
Well watered milk
Young body.
Good turn tram
And enter your window .
The wind blows from the suburbs ,
We do not care anymore .
The wind blows from the suburbs ,
And we do not care .