Брюки - Лолита

Он просто хочет, а я жду большего.

Он курит ночи, и сеет ложное.

Он носит чёрное и стрижку «Мистер Cool»,

Он непокорный, со взглядом злых акул.

Любовь не в его понимании, он не любит мании.

А между тем, состоит он, из нервных окончаний.

Припев:

Я сняла с него брюки,

А там не любовь, там нет души.

Я взяла в свои руки,

Но не получилось, увы.

Я сняла с него брюки,

А там не любовь, там нет души.

Я взяла в свои руки.

Но, увы.

Он держит марку, а я держу его.

Читает Кафку, и мыслит глубоко.

Он платит карточкой, а я плачу душой,

Он тронет ямочки, я тронусь головой.

Любовь не в его понимании, он не любит мании.

А между тем, состоит он, из нервных окончаний.

Припев:

Я сняла с него брюки,

А там не любовь, там нет души.

Я взяла в свои руки,

Но не получилось, увы.

Я сняла с него брюки,

А там не любовь, там нет души.

Я взяла в свои руки.

Но, увы.

Любовь не в его понимании, он не любит мании.

А между тем, состоит он, из нервных окончаний.

Припев:

Я сняла с него брюки,

А там не любовь, там нет души.

Я взяла в свои руки,

Но не получилось, увы.

Я сняла с него брюки,

А там не любовь, там нет души.

Я взяла в свои руки.

Но, увы.

He just wants, and I'm waiting for more.

He smokes the nights and sows the false.

He wears black and Mister Cool haircut

He is defiant, with the look of angry sharks.

Love is not in his understanding, he does not like mania.

Meanwhile, it consists of nerve endings.

Chorus:

I took off his pants,

And there is no love, there is no soul.

I took it into my own hands

But it didn't work, alas.

I took off his pants,

And there is no love, there is no soul.

I took it into my own hands.

But, alas.

He keeps the brand, and I keep him.

Reads Kafka and thinks deeply.

He pays with a card, and I pay with my soul,

He will touch the dimples, I will touch my head.

Love is not in his understanding, he does not like mania.

Meanwhile, it consists of nerve endings.

Chorus:

I took off his pants,

And there is no love, there is no soul.

I took it into my own hands

But it didn't work, alas.

I took off his pants,

And there is no love, there is no soul.

I took it into my own hands.

But, alas.

Love is not in his understanding, he does not like mania.

Meanwhile, it consists of nerve endings.

Chorus:

I took off his pants,

And there is no love, there is no soul.

I took it into my own hands

But it didn't work, alas.

I took off his pants,

And there is no love, there is no soul.

I took it into my own hands.

But, alas.