Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Брюки , by - Лолита. Song from the album Анатомия, in the genre Русская эстрадаRelease date: 16.11.2014
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Russian language
Брюки(original) |
| 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. |
| (translation) |
| 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. |