- Жанр
- Авторская песня
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Жиров Евгений Викторович
- История создания
- Написано на сессии, посвящено братишке
- Студия
- домашняя студия
- Текст
- Waltz for my little brother
You are fucking my brain
Playing games on my computer.
You make my hair stand on
Wearing the sneakers in ringing frost.
You eat only ice-cream and sweats
Biting with relish a cake in conclusion.
You are restricting my space
I like and I need freedom so much.
Freedom so much!
Mad, lazy, stupid and crazy
But you are my little brother!
I move, I give you some little place
Closer to our home fire.
I'm not a gay, but I love you so much!
I'm dancing a waltz with you.
I'm not a gay, but I love you so much!
This waltz is only for you!
Sometimes I find you killing youself
So frankly speaking I'd like it to do, too.
Sometimes you are my punching bag
When you anger and irritate me.
Sometimes my eyes look at you,
Sometimes my ears hear you laugh.
And then my brain explodes like bomb
Because you repeat and are copy of me.