Мужчина, Который Не Пишет Прозы [Muzhchina, Kotoryy Ne Pishet Prozy] [English translation]
Мужчина, Который Не Пишет Прозы [Muzhchina, Kotoryy Ne Pishet Prozy] [English translation]
Your hands, so cruel
I used to worship them like they were guillotine
You raised vices to an art form
And painted pictures, using words as knives
An ancient castle that harbors danger -
The man who doesn't write prose
He drinks angel's tears like water
That man who doesn't write prose
The master of my hungry dreams
You once too were a part of them
You've disappeared in cold waters
Without giving me a chance to know what happiness means
He won't warm the frozen rose n his hands
The man who doesn't write prose
He drinks angel's tears like water
That man who doesn't write prose
- Artist:Otto Dix
- Album:Чудные Дни
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