Женя Фраткин - Сон на домике | Текст песни

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• Сон на домике

Come and meet me when the lights are low.
You look half dead, though I told you so.
Play the right song on the piano,
Die happy in Santo Domingo.

Bring your best brains and your dead girl shoes.
Cigarette changed, dressed in greens and blue.
Lead a sick boy and his skinny friends,
Sell the life from all those bullet bends.

Bring peaches and a ??? phone.
Will call you and see if the stars are home.
Play chopsticks on my guitar,
Drive backwards in your one wheeled car.

Come and meet me when the lights are low.
You look half dead, though I told you so.
Play the right song on the piano,
Die happy in Santo Domingo.

Bring headcase and his jealous eyes,
???
Bring sisters on day release (?)
Ten green bottles in the island, please.

Play me some banjo,
Make me some noise.
Take me for granted,
'Till my children got no choice.

Pour me a little gravy.
Protect my muse.
Torture me (?)
And leave me all confused.

Make my head swim.

Come and meet me when the lights are low.
You look half dead, though I told you so.
Play the right song on the piano,
Die happy in Santo Domingo.

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