Ночные Снайперы (Diana Arbenina, Svetlana Surganova)
Translate from russian: ArthropleurA
31-ая весна | 31st spring
And traffic city, highways, houses, fog and smog
The jail is necessary, hussars in my home
The iron will sing like an apple with green skin
You're getting sweeter. And i
Went missing in Japan, in brutal prison camps
I disappeared in your hand like a titmouse
And I've been waiting for you like a frozen dog
The thirty-first spring spends these breezy nights with you
I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell
I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell
I wanna say goodbye to the salty city, where
I couldn't buy a ticket 'cause there were no train
The chilly wind has often chapped my lips and cheeks
And there are spider webs and wings in the dry straw
I guard your window like a gentle tiger-knight
And the cold water that is struck by tenderness
I'm reaching out to you, I'm bending to the ground
And I will always, i will always be in March
And somewhere, ships are drifting as they've lost their minds
The thirty-first spring spends these breezy nights with you
I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell
I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell
I wanna say goodbye to the salty city, where
I couldn't buy a ticket 'cause there were no train
The chilly wind has often chapped my lips and cheeks
The thirty-first spring spends these breezy nights with you
I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell
I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell
I wanna say goodbye to the salty city, where
I couldn't buy a ticket 'cause there were no train
The chilly wind has often chapped my lips and cheeks
And you don't see, but I do
And you don't see, but I do
And you don't see, but I do
And you don't see, but I do
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