7Б - Портреты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am again drawing your portraits again I am looking for you in newspapers my number in Neta did not give results today, probably not my date. Again I put your image on the wanted list and again looking for you in the spikes of roses I will look for you everywhere and die, with you Bl* I will be white day Black Night as a son White day Black Night as a son, I smeared your name everywhere, The eyes wandered along the roads of Jerusalem, my eyes painted the sky in a cage, you sat on the train on the wrong branch with a magnet flowing all the masks in the paints, you remember the helmets, we rush in a stroller respond to a rustle and a scream from Alaska We will die in love and caress white day Black Night as a black night like a black night Son as a daughter white day Black Night as a life